The door clicked open, shattering the electric moment between Maria and me.
Her eyes widened as she pulled back, her hands slipping from my grip.
I turned, irritated, to see who it was with such poor timing. I had half a mind of firing whoever it was at the spot.
It was a girl I had not seen before - short, auburn hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail, full lips and a curious flint in her eyes.
She c****d her head at me, as if examining me, with a look I recognised all too well. Hunger. Desire. A mix of awe and want.
Now, it only annoyed me. Kiara’s eyes held that familiar spark, but it was Maria’s defiance, her fire, that had me hooked.
Her gaze flicked between Maria and me, lingering on the scant distance between us.
With a sly smile, she leaned on the door frame, “Oh sorry.
