I pulled back slightly, glancing down at them. “What are these?”
Kira froze.
“Nothing,” she said too quickly, already scrambling up on one elbow. She gathered the papers in a rush and tried shoving them beneath the mattress.
“Hey,” I said, catching her wrist gently. “Wait.”
“They’re stupid,” she muttered. “Just sketches. They’re not even good.”
“Let me see.”
She hesitated, clearly debating whether to fight me on it. Then she sighed and handed the stack over like she was surrendering something dangerous.
“Fine,” she said. “But don’t laugh.”
I leaned back against the headboard and started flipping through them.
Some of the drawings looked familiar. I’d seen some of them a few months ago—during the completely normal and not at all creepy moment I once watched her sleep from the shadows. I decided to keep that detail to myself.
But there were more now.
Much more.
I lifted one brow slightly as I turned another page. “You know,” I said slowly, “there’s a very clear pattern here.”
Kira crossed her arms, watching me with narrowed eyes. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” I held up the sketches slightly. “You’re clearly obsessed with someone.”
A corner of her mouth twitched. “You could say that.”
I flipped to the next page.
And immediately choked on a laugh.
The picture showed me lounging on my couch—towel barely clinging to my hips. It wasn’t hiding shit. My dick was fully hard and on full display. I had to admit—I looked sexy as fuck in her eyes. Abs tight, a few of my tattoos perfectly detailed, and yeah, cigarette dangling from my fingers like always.
I coughed into my fist.
Kira lunged forward and snatched the page from my hands. “Okay, yeah, you probably weren’t supposed to see that one.”
I looked at her. “You drew this?”
Her cheeks flushed slightly, though her chin lifted with stubborn pride.
“Sometimes,” she said, avoiding my eyes as she tucked the page back into the pile, “I get a picture stuck in my head.” She shrugged. “And the only way to get it out is to draw it.”
The corner of her mouth curved, a hint of blush warming her cheeks.“That one,” she said with a mischievous little smile, “has been in my head for a very long time.”
I stared at her for a second, then grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my arms.
“You dirty girl,” I murmured, half laughing as I kissed her.
She squeaked softly against my mouth, trying to hide her face in my shoulder, but I caught her chin and tilted it back up.
“And don’t ever say these are stupid,” I added, tapping the stack of drawings still scattered on the bed. “They’re beautiful.” My eyes flicked briefly to the page she’d tried to hide. “Especially the last one.”
She groaned, burying her face in my chest.
