Kaelon’s POV
I watched her walk away.
She stepped out of the car like she was made of something far stronger than the heat that hovered in the air between us.
My fingers still tingled from the brief touch we shared, the slight but undeniable spark that flickered when she pulled away. But I didn’t stop her. I didn’t want to seem desperate.
But damn, I wanted to stop her.
I wanted to keep her with me. I wanted to hold her—just for a second longer. But I didn’t. Instead, I watched her retreat, the sound of her heels clicking on the sidewalk the only reminder of her presence.
As soon as I heard the door open and close, I blinked, snapping back to reality. “Let’s take you home,” I muttered, looking at the slight bulge on my pants.
The drive was quick and I arrived at my mansion, just
