The spy girl

When Kaisun carried her back to their room, sleep had already claimed her. He kissed her, hungrily, reverently, and pulled her into his arms, where she melted against his chest's warmth. Only then did he realize she'd drifted off completely. Her exhaustion was etched into every breath she took, so obvious even a child could've seen it.

He didn't bother dressing her this time. Instead, he cradled her close beneath the sheets, his arm draped protectively across her chest. For once, he wanted to stay in this moment, to dissolve into the quiet of her zeal. He knew too well she might wake in the morning wearing that guarded mask again, cold, composed, unreachable.

But when her lashes fluttered open hours later, she leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Whoa," he whispered against her lips, caught off guard by the sweetness of it. "Wife, are you trying to seduce me?"