“The twins might actually help,” Draco pointed out, “as they would distract Alyssa as much as she is distracting them. If they keep each other busy, I will get more done, and Alyssa will be enjoying herself, which is good for all concerned. I will say that staying here will not make the Ministry any less suspicious; I’m not exactly their favorite person.” He considered the bruise marring her skin, lips pressed. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. However, I do want you to be comfortable, and if you would not be comfortable here, I understand.”
Comfort, yes. He found it almost too comfortable to have her here this morning, working in his kitchen. Wearing his clothes. His jaw set against the inappropriate thoughts. “I’ve something for this,” his thumb slid against her cheekbone. “Before you go.”