Kinsley’s POV

Connor rushes out of the house without much of a departing nod, Terron’s hands roaming so far up my shirt that I’m surprised that Connor hadn’t waited a few seconds longer to catch a glimpse of what is underneath.

The warriors have moved out of our living room and with Connor going for a brief recess outside, we finally have a moment to ourselves.

I wrap my arms around Terron’s shoulders and kiss him endlessly, our tongues tangled and wrapped into a ...