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6.

Ellianna Kingston

The sun streamed through the curtains, warming my skin and gently coaxing me from sleep. I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the soft light. The room was quiet and peaceful, the world still wrapped in that early morning stillness.

I stretched beneath the covers, relishing the smoothness of the sheets against my skin, when a rich, mouth-watering aroma drifted into the room. It was impossible to ignore, tugging me from the comfort of my bed and toward the door.

A note sat on the tray, and as I picked it up, a sudden wave of anxiety crashed over me. I leaned against the doorframe, gripping the paper I read.

Elle,

I hope this breakfast brightens your morning. Care to join me today? And please enjoy, you'll need all your energy.

– K.V

Kairos. What did this mean? Was it just breakfast, or was there something more to it?

Sure, the sex was great. That was undeniable. But what was he getting at?

I took a moment to steady myself, inhaling deeply before glancing back at the tray. The smell of fresh coffee and warm food was tempting, and despite my jumbled thoughts, I couldn't resist. I poured myself a cup, savoring the rich, dark flavor as it warmed me from the inside out.

  Slowly, I indulged in the breakfast—fluffy eggs, perfectly crisp bacon, the works—each bite more delicious than the last. Yet, with every mouthful, that knot in my stomach tightened. I liked Kairos, but this was uncharted territory for me.

Sex, followed by sweet gestures—it wasn't exactly my usual routine.

He had told me to think about it, and I had. But he doesn't me, and I barely knew him. It was exciting, sure, but also reckless. I wasn't certain if I was making a huge mistake or if I'd regret not leaping. Either way, I didn't want to spend the rest of my life wondering "what if."

Pushing aside the worry, I stood and walked toward the closet. I chewed on my lip, scanning the rows of neatly hung clothes. Dresses, skirts, tops... nothing felt quite right. Was I just being picky? Or was this my way of stalling?

My fingers lingered over a soft cardigan. How did Kairos dress? The first time we met, he was in something more formal—sharp, put-together.

I settled on a black miniskirt, knowing I'd be fussing with it all day, but it would have to do. I paired it with a gray fuzzy pullover, which I tucked in slightly to give it some shape and roll up the sleeves.

A designer bag, silver jewelry, and small heels completed the look. After a quick sweep of makeup, I looked in the mirror. Not bad, considering the limited wardrobe Lavi had packed for me.

It was the best I could do, as I gave myself one final glance I reassured myself that I was in control.

If Kairos wanted to see me he'd have to find me first.

—

He did find me. Rather quickly.

We sat at the top of the ship, a privileged space reserved only for those who had splurged on the exclusive tour.

How we managed to stay up here was a question I opted not to ask.

I took a moment to absorb his appearance: he wore his typical formal attire, sharp and polished, while his hair remained charmingly tousled, giving him that effortlessly sexy look.

Although the scene around us was straight out of a postcard, the seagulls soaring over us, and the endless blue sea, I kept my focus on him.

"Isn't it beautiful up here?" Kairos said, leaning against the railing, his eyes sparkling as he took in the view.