ALEX
Rhys left me in the kitchen, with my mind clogged with confusion and longing, and my legs wobbled beneath me as I slid off the counter. What had just happened? I could still feel the heat of his hands on my skin, the pressure of his fingers, the taste of his kiss. My lips tingled, my thighs clenched involuntarily as the memory of his touch lingered in the back of my mind.
I tried to pull myself together and collect my thoughts. I needed to distract myself. Something, anything. My eyes drifted to one of the freezers, and I remembered the leftover cake from earlier. Maybe sugar would ground me. I took a few steps and grabbed a small piece, my fingers trembling as I lifted it to my lips.
Just as I was about to take a bite, I froze. Voices. They were getting closer. Panic shot through
