164 Mild Sexual content

Syryn was back inside Rowan's love nest, a place that was hidden away from everyone else but the teen.

"Would you like some tea?" Rowan offered.

"Yes, please," Syryn answered with a hint of timidity.

The blond gave him a knowing smile that teased Syryn for getting nervous. After everything he'd said and done, the teen was now showing his shy side.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat later?" Rowan asked as he opened the pantry and checked its contents.

"Food?" Syryn dumbly answered.

Rowan's hand paused in its movement. "I'll decide for us then."

The anti mage set a kettle to boil and pulled out two cups, white with gold rims and handles. Delicate, beautiful things that seemed out of place in Rowan's utilitarian kitchen. Despite his height and strength, the blond moved with smooth fluidity. He spooned some tea leaves into the beautiful cups.