"Don’t move," he rasped, his voice stripped of the fake softness he'd been using. It was raw, jagged, and unfiltered.

Ah, so even his voice was an act. Smirking, I leaned in closer, my tone teasing. "You’re so cool to the touch… feels amazing..."

Before he could respond, the sound of footsteps caught both of our attention. Someone stepped out of the restaurant, their eyes flicking toward us. Without hesitation, Dorian scooped me up like I weighed nothing ...