Chapter 40: Prism(9)
Kathlyn sat stiffly, her back pressed against the headboard of Kai's narrow bed, arms folded across her chest. Her legs were folded carefully no, strategically one knee up, the other tucked under her, trying desperately not to fidget.
Because sprawled across her lap, utterly relaxed and dead to the world, was Kai.
Kai, who had somehow slept through the entire walk back to his room.
Kai, who had mumbled something like "yeah, yeah, hero's nap..." before immediately flopping face-down onto the bed.
Kai, who, halfway through, had apparently decided her lap was a better pillow.
Kathlyn was trying very, very hard not to combust.
Her fingers hovered awkwardly near his dark, messy hair. She could feel the slow, steady rise and fall of his breath against her legs. His cheek was smushed slightly against the fabric of her skirt, and every so often, a tiny, content little noise would slip from his throat a hum, a sigh, a faint half-snore.
She pressed her hands flat to her knees, determined not to do something stupid like like touch his hair, or smooth it back, or run her fingers through it.
Nope. She was better than that.
...And yet.
He looked so peaceful like this.