Leah
The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly the small restroom felt too small—fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, the faint scent of expensive hand soap mixing with the raw, electric smell of him.
Kaelen leaned back against the sink, belt already half-undone, that infuriating smirk curling his lips like he’d already won. “Wow. Didn’t expect you to get this bold. You sure you want to do this in a public bathroom—?”
I punched his chest—light, but sharp enough to make my knuckles sting. “You absolute asshole! Are you insane?”
He clutched his heart like I’d mortally wounded him, eyes going wide and mock-pathetic. “Ow! What was that for?”
“You’re a wanted man!” I hissed, voice cracking with the fear I’d been shoving down since the moment he’d stepped between me and the crowd. “Your
