“How did you kiss him?” “Hmm?” “Show me.” I was joking. Kind of. But the second the words were out of my mouth, something changed. Locke gazed down at me, his hands frozen on my hips, his eyes alive with an energy that made my stomach warm and my breasts feel heavy and achy. “It was nothing.” “Then why tell me?” “I wanted you to know.” “Why?” Locke hesitated, all the while somehow leaning further in. “Because he’s yours.”
