Alex POV
Kira and I have dressed and are headed down to the ceremonial breakfast. I can't keep my hands off of her. I am either rubbing whatever bare skin she has exposed, or kissing on her.
We have been holding hands the whole way, but I swear, it's like I can't get enough physical contact.
Kira must be feeling the same way, because she looks just as drunk in love as I am.
We are just about to walk into the dining room when I hear Hailey's voice call me from behind.
Fuck.
I thought she would have stayed clear of Kira and I after last night, but it seems like we are going to have a repeat.
I must be doing a poor job of masking my anger because Kira places a hand on my chest to calm the storm building inside.
Without turning around, I answer her. "What, Hailey?"
