I Always Mean It

Kaden realized two things. One, Lina didn't run to Atlantis' aid. Two, Lina didn't run to his aid either. She remained by the doors of the living room, her lips taut in a straight line and her eyes filled with disapproval.

Kaden offered her a crooked smile. In response, her lips dipped into a frown. He heard the doors slam shut behind him. Without another pause, he headed in her direction. She turned to leave, but he instantly quickened his pace.

Kaden grabbed her waist and hugged her from behind. His arms snaked around her, tight like a cobra. Burying his face into her neck, he nuzzled the spot and kissed it. She smelled delightful, like chamomile tea. 

"Where's my welcome home kiss?" Kaden murmured, his lips greedily trailing a path to her jaw. She shifted her head away from him, but his mouth sought out her chin.

"I'm still furious," Kaden reminded her, his grip digging into her waist. "What little noise was he talking about?"