“Is it really your injury or are you this dense? Lark cares about you. I bet she kissed you back.” She did more than that. I could still feel her breath on my neck as she moaned and ground against me. Still feel her firm ass in my palms. Still taste the faint salt of her skin. “I—” Saoirse held up a hand. “Callum, you don’t have to answer. It’s all over your face. And I could see it written on hers.” She could?
