"I’m dead tired. It’s way past late,” Kylie muttered, her voice low as she turned on her side, away from Lysander. The cool silk of the sheets felt like a relief against the heat that had built up between them throughout the evening, though not in the way Lysander had wanted. 

“Late?” Lysander scoffed, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. He wasn’t about to let this drop. His hand found her waist, lightly at first, but there was a firmness beneath it, like a ...