I kept my arm locked around Kenzie’s shoulders, pulling her against my side. My grip was probably a little too tight, a little too possessive, but I didn't care. Every guy in the scrapyard got a look, or was trying to get a look at what was mine, and the territorial roar in my chest hadn't quieted down yet. She was swallowed up in my oversized black hoodie, the name THORNE printed in bold white letters across her back. It was the only thing standing between the world and the sheer, transparent crop top she’d decided to wear underneath it—no bra, no secrets, just my fleece keeping her hidden.
"First round, Caleb?" Kenzie looked up at me, her eyes reflecting the moonlight as we moved away from the gym. Her small hand rested on my chest, right over my thudding heart. "The Cosmos didn't even
