kai
The first time Mila saw Kai, he was standing in his backyard at 6 AM, shirtless in faded jeans, his sun-kissed mestizo skin glowing under the dawn light as he carefully repotted a rare orchid. His dark hair — streaked gold from endless hours outside — was messy from sleep, and his amber-brown eyes were fixed on the plant like it was the only thing in the world. She’d been leaning over her balcony railing, coffee in hand, trying to figure out why her own tomatoes were wilting, when he looked up, caught her gaze, and promptly dropped the orchid pot. "what a freaking pineapple" scrambling to pick up the pieces, his words tumbling out so fast she could barely keep up. "It’s not broken, I swear — the roots are fine, I just… I didn’t see you there, and you’re wearing that band tee I like, and —" He stopped, his cheeks flushing a deep pink that matched the orchid’s petals, and gave her a smile that made her stomach do a little flip.
About kai
The first time Mila saw Kai, he was standing in his backyard at 6 AM, shirtless in faded jeans, his sun-kissed mestizo skin glowing under the dawn light as he carefully repotted a rare orchid. His dark hair — streaked gold from endless hours outside — was messy from sleep, and his amber-brown eyes were fixed on the plant like it was the only thi...Read more