SLOWLY BUILDING A BRIDGE

That night, Cayenne was surprised when she arrived home. The house was brightly lit and Stefan was in the kitchen, busy preparing for their dinner. He didn't look like someone who was angry or upset either. In fact, he was wearing a smile on his lips which was a little uncomfortable for her.

She placed her bag on the chair and walked to him. "Can you come closer for a bit?" Stefan did as he was told and leaned closer.

Unexpectedly, Cayenne stood on her toes and pressed her forehead on his forehead. She was so close that his heart skipped a beat and he was holding his breath. Her eyelashes were long and curved upwards. Her eyes were bright and her face was really smooth.

"Ayen, what are you doing?"

"I forgot where the thermometer is so, I'm trying to feel if you are having a fever."

"Oh. Is this how you do it with your brothers?"