Do you think you can walk, Illy? Mikel needs to go and get ready, and I should get you back to the dorm.” “Just a minute more,” she sighed, letting her body go limp against Mikel’s. “Just one,” Kalen warned, but she was too busy smiling, because he had called her Illy and because Mikel had tightened his hold of her like he wasn’t going to let her go anyway.
