“Silla!” My attention was drawn away from Nicki’s disapproving glare to Gabriel, who was holding my chair out for me at the table. I was suddenly thankful that he’d made me wear his shirt because I felt very exposed as if everyone in the room somehow could take one look at me and know what we’d been up to. Plus, the fact that the shirt hid the mark that he’d left on my neck some.

Thinking of that mark reminded me of how it got there, and my face was ablaze by the time I ...