Kayden
I stared up at him, my vision blurring at the edges. Had I misunderstood him, or was he asking about my stomach? And why the hell does he care? Maybe this was just an excuse to touch me?
"What the hell is it to you?" I asked him, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound bold. "My stomach is none of your business, Calder. Get off me." I tried to push him away.
Rhys didn't flinch. If anything, he leaned closer, his chest crushing mine until I could feel the heavy thud of his own heart.
"Really?" he countered, a slow, predatory smirk pulling at the corner of his lips—the look of a man who wanted to devour me.
"You are talking back again," he murmured, his thumb dragging the line of my jaw. His touch was light, but it carried a possessiveness. "This means you are feeling alright to me."
