“What do you want?” His lips are flushed, hanging parted on the shallow breaths he’s sucking down. “Wanna be the big bully older brother and spit in my face some more?” My bulk crowds him, and Kayce stumbles back a step. His shoulders connect with the wall straight away. “Quit running away,” I grit out. “You’ve already given up, so don’t pretend like I’m the bad guy here. That whine you’ve got going on ain’t fooling anyone.”
