Touching. Kissing. My cheeks heated, and Fischer groaned softly. Sloane’s eyes narrowed on me. “What are you thinking about, kitten?” Everyone’s eyes were on me now and I squirmed in my chair. “Nothing,” I lied. Bram chuckled. “You’re thinking about us naked, aren’t you?” “She totally is,” Kai teased. “Together. She was thinking about us naked. Together,” Guppy supplied and I pretended to be outraged that he’d give up my secrets like that. But it wasn’t really a secret.
