ALPHA LYALL.
My fingers wrapped around the stem of my champagne flute before I brought it to my mouth and took the last gulp.
I gently placed it on the flat surface of the column before wiping the sheen of sweat that had built up around my brows.
"Are you okay, man?" Trey, who was standing beside me, asked.
I turned to look at him and nodded. But my mind was in disarray. I had pulled myself away from a kiss I didn't want to end because I had nearly marked her. I'd been restless since I returned from the rooftop, trying hard to tear my mind off the intense moment I had shared with her. But it was stuck to my head like glue, refusing to leave.
I could still feel her soft lips against mine, her slender body with curves in the right places, the way her body reacted to my touch. The way
