Nico turned to him, rubbing his eyes. His voice still deep from sleep.
"So, softie… you think we should head back to the Luciano mansion? Or find somewhere quiet to crash for the night?"
Kyan looked over his shoulder, hoodie sliding a bit down his arm.
He blinked slowly. "Do you want the honest answer?"
Nico sat up straighter. "Always."
Kyan tilted his head, lips curling just a little. "I want food. A hot bath. And a bed that doesn't feel like a rock."
Nico chuckled. "That sounds like a yes to hiding somewhere."
Kyan turned fully now, hair a mess, cheeks pink from the cold. "And maybe…" he said, biting his lower lip lightly, "a certain king to cuddle me."
Nico blinked.
Once.
Twice.
That was it. He forgot what the question was.
Kyan raised a brow. "What?"
Nico cleared his throat, avoiding his eyes. "Nothing."
Kyan stepped closer, teasing, "You were literally staring."
"I wasn't."
"You were."
Nico gave up. "Fine. I was."
Kyan smiled wide.
And Nico knew right then—
