Kainé goes still at the feel of his fingers in her hair, her face warming at the compliment. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to hit you,” she says in a low tone, clearly flustered. This is such a vulnerable position to be in—one that isn’t common for her.

When he shifts and scoops her up, she groans softly, burying her face against his shoulder. “Not my fault that I was so damn horny,” she grumbles. “Just wanted to return the favor.” Her pride takes a hit, but the exhaustion dulls it.

She reaches out to flick the switch on as he asked. It’s the least she can do. “You drop me and I swear to god, I’ll take you down with me,” she warns, cheek still pressed to his skin.