Kael realized that Liss never brought her car, so he might have to get a taxi to reach Liss's training room, though it might delay him a bit.
But when he said this to Liss, she grabbed his wrist, her grip firm, her smirk wicked as she leaned close, her breath teasing his ear.
"Want me to carry you like a princess?"
Kael shot her a flat look, his lips twitching. "On your back's fine."
"Coward," she teased, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.
He climbed onto her back, his arms looping around her shoulders, her body warm and solid beneath him.
Her toned hips shifted as she jogged through the city's building like lightning, her ass—round, firm, and perfectly sculpted—flexing with each stride, a distracting sight that made Kael's grip tighten.
Her laughter rang out, bright and free, as they reached her parents' house, her dad raising a brow.
