"Answer that." I whisper against Kane's lips when his phone vibrates in his pocket.
In response, he easily spins us, his lips hardly leaving mine, and he gently pins me against the rustic railing of the cold balcony. One his arms is still snug around my waist while his other hand cups my cheek to keep my messy hair out of my face. His fingers slowly sneak under my ear, locking around my nape, and his thumb lightly grazes over my throat as his lips simply and unapologetically ruin mine.
Kane has never been so possessive. He was neither shy nor reserved, but he always let me take control of our relationship. Everyone thought he was really smitten with me, but right now, I think he was just too young and too insecure to take control.
He has my parents to thank for the fear and the insec
