Adrien's eyes gleamed with amusement and something else entirely as he leaned forward.
He was far too close to me now - I could smell the clean scent of his cologne mixed with the richer notes of my kitchen.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady.
His smile only grew at that. "Oh? And why's that, princess?"
Because you're going to kiss me, I thought, but didn't say out loud. Because then I'm going to let you, and we'll both forget this is still the morning.
He tilted his head, waiting for an answer. His gaze was intent now, studying my face.
I bit my lip, looking for any distraction. My eyes landed on his apron. "Because... you're wearing my apron," I pointed out, grasping at straws.
As if summoned, Ivy trotted over and plopped down heavily at Adrien's feet, looking up at him with big eyes. He reached down to scratch behind her ears without missing a beat.
