“Why do you wear glasses? Couldn’t Zen heal your eyesight?” I ask, and to my surprise, Khaos bursts into laughter, followed quickly by Zen and Xander. Even Adonis joins in a little as his blue eyes meet mine again, mischief twinkling in them. “Baby, we both know I look hot as fuck, and smart too, when I wear them,” he states, like that makes perfect sense on it’s own. It takes a moment for me to process what he’s actually saying by not saying it. “You don’t need them?” I ask, mouth falling open in surprise. He shrugs mid push-up like it’s obvious, and I shake my head in disbelief.
