His lips drag down as he jerks his head. "Kieran?"

God, he sounds pissed. His gaze darkens, and he’s waiting for me to explain myself.

"You were so angry," I whisper.

"You kissed him, Layla. I was homicidal."

"That’s what every girl wants to hear," I say without thinking.

His grin makes no sense. "I was jealous. So we took a few swings at each other. Boys fight. You have nothing to feel guilty about. Kieran and I are cool ...