Taking a shaky breath, I watched the front door rattle with Heath’s barrage of knocks as Lathen stepped toward it. Looking down, I could not help but fiddle with Lathen’s shirt I was borrowing. Pulling it further down my thighs, my heart raced as the material stretched under my shaky fingers. The door unlocked, it flew open before Lathen even took the handle. Lathen’s hand jutting out, he caught the edge of the door before it hit him square in the face as he slightly backed up eyes widening with a rage and surprise.
Heath bursting through the door, his eyes narrowed on Lathen as his hand gripped the front of his shirt. “Heath!” My voice shooting out in astonishment, my insides tightened painfully. I could not believe my eyes as he laid his hands on Lathen. Heath’s hands falling away insta
