Chapter 182

Kieran gently stroked my warm face, his cool hand offering a soothing contrast to my heat.

I was half-conscious, my mind a bit hazy, and I murmured, "What are you looking at?"

He took my small hand and placed it on his belt, his voice soft and coaxing. "Didn't you want to see it in the car?"

For a moment, I was confused, but then I remembered—I had wanted to see his legs.

The fog of sleep started