His smirk deepened. “I like doing what makes me happy.” His fingers trailed the edge of my jaw before dropping away. “Don’t you?”

I exhaled slowly, my heart thudding a little harder than before.

Adam was always charming, always knew exactly how to turn a simple moment into something more intense.

But this… this felt different.

More pointed.

I wet my lips. “I don’t know. I think I’m still figuring that out.”

Adam’s eyes darkened slightly. “Then maybe it’s time you stopped thinking so much and started feeling.”

The air between us was heavy.

My pulse skittered against my ribs, and I knew—knew—that if I didn’t step away now, this was going to turn into something I couldn’t take back.

But I didn’t move.

Adam was too close. His body radiated warmth, and his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent my thoughts scattering.

He reached out again, his fingers ghosting along my forearm, barely there but enough to make my skin prickle in awareness.

“Justfeel, sugar,” he murmured, his voice dropping deeper, rougher.

I did.

I felt everything.

The heat between us. The way his touch left a trail of fire in its wake. The way my body tingled as he slowly leaned in, giving me time to stop him.

I didn’t.

His lips brushed mine, the barest tease of a kiss, testing.

I made a sound—I wasn’t sure if it was surprise or surrender—and that was all it took.

Adam’s hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as he deepened the kiss.

His lips were insistent, coaxing, and I melted before I even realized what I was doing, gripping him as if that could anchor me in place.

The world faded.

The noise, the people, the bowling alley… it all dissolved into nothing but the way he felt against me, the way he tasted like a darkly sweet whiskey.

His other hand splayed against my lower back, tugging me closer until there was no space left, no distance between us.

It was reckless. It was intoxicating. It was exactly what I shouldn’t be doing, and yet I couldn’t stop.

Until I opened my eyes.

Until I sawhim.

Kai.

Standing across the room, his expression carved from stone, his dark eyes locked onto mine.

He looked as if I’d reached into his chest and torn something vital from him.