“Are you here with him?” A voice rumbles close to my ear, and like smoke slipping around me, I can feel it on every part of my skin, simmering up the back of my neck and down my spine. Christ. I turn and just about lose my shit. Kepler Quinn stands so close to me that I can see those flecks of brown in his eyes. How his bottom lip is slightly thinner than his top. His hair is smoothed back to reveal his high forehead and the sharp edge of his jaw and that goddamn mole. Fuck that mole.
