A Reckless Kiss

Cleo

Dorian’s behavior is concerning, yet I don’t question him. I can’t. Not when the rough pads of his fingers start massaging my back. It feels so nice that I melt on the bedsheets and let him be the protective big spoon behind me.

“You have muscle knots,” Dorian murmurs.

“And whose fault do you think that is?”

He chuckles. “I’m assuming you think it’s my fault?”

“Exactly.”

Another chuckle. “How