Riley slowly scooted back onto Kael's lap as if nothing had happened.
He cleared his throat once. Then twice. Then a third time, pretending that he absolutely did not just maul the dragon lord's face with butterfly kisses.
Kael's gaze followed him in silence, golden eyes narrowed slightly.
The human adjusted his collar, brushed invisible dust off his sleeves, and tried his best to act composed.
Then his hand moved—hovering indecisively over his own hair, as if thinking of something monumental.
Kael frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking," Riley said flatly.
"About?"
"You'll see."
Kael sighed, already losing patience. "You, if this is another episode of your insanity—"
"Can you please hand me your phone?" Riley interrupted.
The golden lizard blinked. "What?"
"Your phone," Riley repeated, holding out his hand expectantly.
Golden eyes darted between the extended hand and Riley's face, full of suspicion. The mortal only wiggled his fingers wordlessly.
