The next day, Iris refused to get out of bed. Her body was sore and aching, much worse than she had imagined. Then again, who had pulled her on the tongue to accept the suggestion to do it again.
Color rushed to her face at the memory of what had happened in the darkness of the room, and she hid under the covers. When Kyro entered the room, all he saw was a big bulge on the bed.
He put the tray on the bedside table and gently shook the mass underneath. "Iris?"
She popped her head out so only her eyes could be seen and glared at him. "What?"
A tantalizing smell drifted over, and she glanced to the side where she'd heard him place a tray. On it, a cup of cocoa stood along with a creamy bun.
