Genesis staggered, and Kieran caught her, his hands wrapping firmly around her waist, their chests pressing together. She took a deep breath and looked up at him. His eyes glittered with amusement, and he looked so composed—while she was anything but. Her neck was marked with hickeys, her cheeks flushed red and flustered, and her hair was a mess from him running his hands through it.

Her legs wobbled like jelly—from being tossed over his shoulder or wrapped around his waist, she wasn’t sure which.

She frowned up at him, pouting. Why did he look so calm and untouched? Meanwhile, she looked like a wild raccoon had attacked her.

“Stop...