Ayen was at a loss for words for a second. He thought of why they actually needed such a huge bed. He was about to ask, but then he paused.
An answer clicked in his mind; he pressed his lips together and chose not to ask. He already knew the reason.
Ayen could not help but remember what happened last time. He reached out and rubbed his neck, feeling the heat. He sat in the bed and calmed himself.
He planned to help Devion in the kitchen, but he did not want to let him see how affected he was. Unlike the two, Ayen was inexperienced and was still easily embarrassed.
Devion glanced at the living room. While he could not see Ayen's figure, he had already figured out something because of Ayen's silence.
He merely smiled and did not speak anymore, continuing with what he was doing. There was no need to tease Ayen.
When Khal went downstairs, the silence greeted him. Ayen busied himself with an old book he found in one of the cabinets; Devion already started cooking in the kitchen.
