Elian stormed into the bedroom, looking like someone who had just survived a shipwreck. His chest was heaved up and down, water dripping from his hair and tracing the red marks Dex had left on his skin.
A moment later, Dex walked in. He didn't care about clothes as he stood a few feet from Elian, his dark blue eyes locked on him from behind with a terrifying, steady focus, looking like the devil himself.
“Where are you going?” Dex murmured.”We weren't finished.”
Elian spun around with a hot glare. “I'm finished! I’m finished with your stupid games. You think because you pinned me to a wall, you suddenly have some sort of leash on me?”
Dex walked toward him slowly, until he was standing right in front of Elian, sharing his personal space like he belonged there. He didn't touch him, but
