Kaya shifted, about to get up, only to realize the weight still pressing against her stomach. Her gaze flicked to him, then down to his hands, silently pointing it out with her eyes.
Veer caught her look and gave a nervous laugh. "How about… we stay like this for a moment?" he suggested, trying to sound casual. But the forced curve of his lips betrayed him—his smile looked anything but natural.
"No. Release me. Now." Kaya's tone was flat, unyielding.
She tried to sit up, but the moment she moved, a sharp sound broke from him.
"Ugh—" Veer grimaced, pain flashing across his face.
Kaya froze completely—her body went still, though her eyes fixed on him.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice calm but edged with suspicion.
Veer shifted nervously, avoiding her gaze.
"I asked," Kaya pressed, sharper this time, "what the hell happened to you?"
His eyes darted toward her for a second before slipping away again. "Um… I think my hand is stuck."
"What?"
