try to regain some semblance of control, but it’s nearly impossible. My cheeks are flaming red, my breath short, and my lips are aching for more contact. My eyes meet Callum’s, and if I wondered if he looked jealous before, I have no doubt now. His gaze is heated enough to start a fire as he turns to glare at Rafe. Kat leans forward in her chair, and I can almost hear her chanting, Fight! Fight! Fight!
