Alex felt the lock snap. The air touched his skin, raising goosebumps.
His warning caught in his throat.
Rose's eyes widened. She closed the space between them.
Thud. Her palm hit the locker by his head. Her other hand clamped his jaw.
"You don't get to tease me." Her breath was hot against his lips.
She jumped.
Oof. Air rushed from his lungs. His spine cracked against the metal. She twisted. They fell. The floor met his back.
Her weight pinned him. Heat seeped into his skin.
He stared up. Rose's heartbeat pounded through his ribs.
"Mine," she growled.
Her hands tore at his shirt. Buttons held.
Rose paused. Her eyes narrowed.
A sharp fizz filled the air. His shirt dissolved into threads of smoke. His skin tingled, then burned. Alex's mouth fell open.
Rose bent. Her mouth moved across his chest—licking, biting.
Her dress strained. Her fingers tugged the zipper.
Snap. "Dammit!"
Fabric ripped. Satin flew. Crack. It hit the mirror.
