KAEL "Don't," he warned. His chest heaved under his tight gray t-shirt. The scent of him hit my senses, making the buzz in my head spike into something far more dangerous. I didn't listen. I never listened. I stepped right into his space, crowding him against the edge of the kitchen island. The air between us instantly thickened, sparking with that invisible, violent current that had been tormenting me since the day we met. "Or what?" I taunted, my voice dropping to a gravelly murmur. I reached out, slapping my palm flat against the marble counter right next to his hip, effectively caging him in. "You going to give me extra laps at five in the morning?" Julian’s breath hitched. He tried to lean back, but the edge of the counter dug into his spine. There was nowhere to go. "You're drunk, Kael. Back off." "I'm barely buzzed," I murmured, leaning in closer. My eyes dropped to his mouth, tracking the slight part of his lips, before dropping lower. The pulse at the base of his
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