—Mabel—

A moan slipped from my lips as he nuzzled my neck, then trailed hot kisses across my collarbone.

“Alec!” I gasped.

He pulled back and searched my eyes. “Say it, that you're sorry, and will never say that again.”

My lips curved into a smirk. Where's the fun in that?

Teasing him all through the day, only to quickly apologize. Not when he was looking dangerously handsome as he asked.

“No,” I mumbled. “I'm not sorry.”

His breath hitched mid-inhale. “You... ...