Cassandra's POV
Draven's grin didn't fade as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine like he had all the time in the world.
“Where were we?” He whispered, his fingers brushing my bare hip, still teasing my waist and like he planned to dive right back in.
“Nowhere,” I hissed, shoving him back as hard as I could. “Go away, Draven. I'm done.”
“You sure about that?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused as I scrambled to fix my jeans. The smug bastard even handed me my shirt, his fingers brushing over mine as if to tease and remind me he'd been all over me and had them in me minutes ago.
“Yes,” I snapped, tugging my clothes back into place. “Unlike you, I don't want to explain to my parents while I smell like s*x in their garage.”
Draven chuckled low, stepping back but not enou
