Josie
Kiel's lips trailed soft, teasing kisses along my neck as I laughed breathlessly, trying to push him away. His hands were warm against my waist, his fingers drawing lazy circles that sent shivers down my skin. "Kiel," I whispered between giggles, "stop, you're—tickling me—"
"Tickling you?" he murmured against my ear, his voice low and playful. "Then I'll just have to find a better way to keep you quiet."
I gasped when he nipped at my jaw, his laughter mixing with mine. Everything felt light, like the tension from the past days had lifted—until I heard a faint sound. A sharp click, like a heel on the marble floor.
I stiffened.
Kiel didn't notice at first; he was too busy tugging me gently toward the staircase that led to my room. But I froze, my pulse skipping. "Wait," I whispered, pressing my palm against his chest.
He frowned. "What is it?"
"I heard something."
