"Tch—again," I hissed, adjusting my stance.
Behind me, Kael was a devil in disguise. Under all that baggy cloth I stole from his closet—sweatpants hanging loose on my hips, his oversized shirt practically swallowing me, his hands were slithering over every inch they could find.
"You sure you don't need help?" he whispered, voice dipped in silk and sin, as his hand curved around my waist and splayed wide across my stomach.
"I'm fine," I growled, trying to shake him off.
His thumb brushed just under my ribcage, just enough to make my breath hitch.
"You know I could make you hit the target with other methods," he murmured, leaning close, so close I could feel the heat of his mouth ghosting against my neck.
"You're a pain in my ass."
"And yet, you wore my clothes," he purred, his hand slipping a little lower, the edge of his palm now dangerously close to forbidden territory.
"I was cold," I said, biting back a shiver.
