EIRA’S POV
I skated with Kellen, just like he had asked.
We skated, and I let him circle me like a predator assessing his prey. Every time I turned, he was there, too close and too intense, his eyes dark with something he didn’t want to name. But I could tell.
At one point, I stumbled.
He caught me instantly. One hand gripping my hip, the other curling behind my bare shoulder. His fingers pressed into my skin, heat radiating from it. I shuddered.
“You keep doing that,” he growled softly.
I almost smiled. “Doing what?”
“Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me...to us.”
Oh.
His voice, his grip, the way his breath grazed my cheek. Everything hummed with desire. Mine and his.
I expected him to let go of me, but he didn’t.
“You tell me,” I whispered, my eyes trailing to
