Melissa.
I rolled my eyes the moment Amelia came into full view.
Of course. The drama queen had arrived. The air itself seemed to shift, as though her presence alone could pull tension from every corner and twist it into something messy, something unavoidable. I knew, immediately, that things were about to take a drastic turn.
Cain, who had been holding me close moments before, instantly released his grip on my waist. The sudden absence of his warmth left a small, hollow ache behind, and I pulled away from him just as quickly, instinctively trying to hide the way my body had betrayed me, hardened n*****s pressing against the fabric, unwanted evidence of sensation I didn’t want anyone to see.
Hell with it.
Hell with the way my body kept reacting to their touch, no matter how much I tri
