Leah
Kaelen raised one brow. “You sound disappointed.”
“Do you have nothing better to do?” I snapped. “Why are you always following me? I don’t need a bodyguard. I can handle myself.”
He stepped over the groaning thief and closed the distance between us. His gaze never wavered—intense, almost reverent.
I kept talking, words spilling out faster than I could stop them. “I’ve survived worse than a stolen car. I don’t need you swooping in every time something goes wrong. I’m not helpless—”
He tilted his head. “You done?”
I glared. “What?”
His voice dropped—low, rough, intimate. “You done talking? Because I’d really like to kiss you now. You look like you need it.”
Heat flooded my face. “Don’t you dare decide what I need—”
He moved before I finished.
One hand cupped the back of my nec
