GENESIS

“You look pale, princess. Are you sure you’re fine?”

Kieran’s deep voice broke through the morning quiet as he stood beside the open passenger door of the car that would take Genesis to the hospital.

Genesis let out a small laugh. “I always look pale.”

But Kieran didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the car door with one hand and pressing her gently against it, his tall frame caging her in. His nearness made the air feel heavier, charged.

“I know every part of your body like they were carved into mine,” he said softly. “I know your skin…”

His fingers trailed along her...