Mia’s POV
Warm hands. Too many hands.
A soft touch brushed my cheek, fingers tracing the curve of my jaw. Another slid against my arm, slow, deliberate. Heat prickled my skin, spreading like wildfire.
My eyelids fluttered, the world hazy as I tried to move. Something firm, warm, strong, was pressing against me—multiple someones.
Then, lips.
Soft, lingering. A press of warmth against my forehead.
Nathan.
My eyes snapped open.
He was too close, his breath fanning my skin as he pulled back slightly, his thumb still brushing my cheek. “You’re okay.”
My entire body burned.
I shoved him away so fast, his smirk barely had time to form. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Xavier chuckled, his fingers casually playing with the ends of my hair. “She’s cute when she’s mad.”
Sean, who was trai
