KANE
"You'll have to carry me, Mr. Shawn. I'm not as tall as you."
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.
He stepped closer, hands gripping her waist before lifting her effortlessly into the passenger seat.
She let out a surprised squeak, her laughter soft and breathless.
Then, before he could pull away, he leaned in. His lips brushed against her forehead—a fleeting, lingering kiss.
Her breath hitched.
And the way she blushed? Fuck.
Kane shut the door, smirking as he walked to the driver's side.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal the penthouse—his world. Dim lighting, sleek furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline.