How quickly can I make it to an exit? Before I can do so, a hand curls around my waist, pulling me snugly against a solid body. Rafe grins down at me. “Mind if I steal the princess for a dance?” I’m not sure who he’s asking, since Callum has already let me go. When I look like I’m going to argue, Rafe adds, “Don’t make me beg.” He leans closer, until his warm breath is a spring breeze moving over me. “Though I’m not above begging when it’s something—or someone—I really want.”
