Page 46 of Tempest’s Torment

Lilah's bedroom door opens and she walks into the kitchen in an oversized T-shirt, her bare feet quiet against the floor. Her hair's a mess, still heavy with sleep, and she heads straight for the coffee maker without noticing me.

Fuck.

I've seen her dressed for work, in jeans, leggings, pajamas, but this might be my favorite. Hair everywhere, bare legs, half asleep and completely unaware I'm watching her. She reaches into the cupboard for a mug and the shirt rides a little higher. I drag my eyes back to my coffee. Yeah. Definitely my favorite.

I can't help watching her. The dark circles under her eyes have faded, and her shoulders aren't pulled so tight. She actually slept. Relief hits me harder than it should.

She looks up then, catches me watching, and smiles. "Morning," she says, her voice soft and filled with sleep.

"Morning."

She pours herself a coffee before turning to face me properly. "You stayed."

"Told you I would."

Her shoulders lift slightly. "I wasn't sure if you'd sneak out before I woke up."

I raise an eyebrow. "I don't sneak."

She huffs out a quiet laugh. "No. I suppose you don't." She walks over and sits opposite me, wrapping both hands around her mug. "Did you sleep?"

"Yeah."

Her eyes narrow slightly. "You're lying."

The corners of my lips tilt. "A little bit."

She sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes. "At least you're honest."

"Mostly."

She studies me over the rim of her mug. "You know..." Her tone is different than before.

I narrow my eyes, unsure of where she’s going with this. "What?"

"I thought bikers were supposed to be intimidating."

I raise a brow, the hell? "We are."

She nods toward the coffee pot. "You had fresh coffee waiting."

I look over at it and shrug. "Figured you'd want some."

She points her finger at me. "Exactly my point."

"What's your point?"

Yet another eye roll. "You're ruining the stereotype."

"You'll live."

She watches me for another second.

I scowl at her. "What?"

"You smile more than you think."

My brows knit together. I don’t smile. "I do?"