Cain's POV

Roxy pressed her hand against my chest and gave me a warning look.

I glanced at the door, then back at her. “What?”

“Keep your voice down.”

“I’m whispering.”

“You’re not whispering.”

I grinned. “Come here.”

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”

“So am I.”

She tried to hold on to her annoyed expression, but I kissed her before she could say anything else. Her fingers caught my shirt, and she kissed me back until I pulled away just enough to look at her.

“There,” I whispered. “Better?”

She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth refused to turn down.

We were in the library,...