Posset and Confessions

I squinted at the mug in my hands, wrinkling my nose at the smell. "What is this?" I asked suspiciously, taking a cautious sip. The taste was... peculiar. I made a face, feeling the warmth spread down my throat.

Kairan chuckled softly, watching me struggle. "It's called posset," he explained, his lips twitching with amusement. "Hot milk mixed with ale and a bit of bread. Not exactly gourmet, but it'II keep you warm."

Great, now I'm drinking some weird medieval concoction. Just what I needed.

I glared at him over the rim of the cup. "You're not allowed to laugh after what you did to me," I shot back, my face flushing as I remembered waking up naked, with him sitting there shirtless.

I'm so mortified I could crawl under a rock. Why did I have to faint in front of him?

He raised his brows, looking genuinely confused. "What? You're talking like I took advantage of you."