Mischief and Mending

Kael's sun-kissed skin contrasted with unfairly perfect lashes—handsome enough to stop hearts. Maeve, rarely swayed by looks, itched to brush his eyelashes first. The panic over sharing a bed took a backseat to those tempting lashes she didn't notice before.

Her fingers hovered close, but Kael's eyes suddenly fluttered open. Maeve jerked her hand back and shot upright. "You moved me to the bed?" s