“Both.”

Sighing, he looks deep into my eyes. “Why not?”

“Why are you here?” I ask, making no move to try to escape. “What do you want from me, Kai? You got what you wanted, right? You know who I am now and why I act the way I do around you. The game’s over, so why are you still playing?”

“I don’t want it to be over. I still want you,” he breathes into my mouth, sounding just as surprised by that as I am. “Fuck, I can’t stop wanting you. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Try harder then.”

He squeezes my ass, and I curl my fingers around the back of his neck, my heart pumping fast and hard against his. He feels so big and warm, so much harder and stronger than I am. It’s messing with my ability to think straight.

His mouth teases mine, the tip of his tongue sliding over my lower lip, and fuck me, I want him, too.

“Tell me not to, Hailey.”

“Not to…?”

“Kiss you.”

“You’re already kissing me.”

“Am I?” he laughs, gently dragging my lip through his teeth before he hovers his mouth over mine, just out of reach. “Baby girl, when I kiss you, you’ll know about it.”

I dig my nails into the back of his head.

“Hailey, a bunch of people just walked in,” Wyatt says from the kitchen doorway, making me jump and back away from Kai. There’s a wall at my back and nowhere for me to go though, so I stay put with his front pressed against mine.

“Fucking cockblock,” Kai mutters, not moving an inch. “Can I hit him?”

“No.”

“There’s a party at Rachel’s house tonight. Let me take you.”

Even though it’s a demand, not a question, I still say, “No.”

“Meet me there.”

“No.”

He huffs against my mouth. “Please.”

That makes me smile a little. I roll my lips to hide it. “No.”

He nods, expecting that. “I’ll text you the address just in case you change your mind.” His mouth brushes mine as he speaks, but he still doesn’t kiss me properly, the tease. “Later, beautiful.”

“Where’s my daisy?”

Grinning, he reaches into his pocket and hands it to me.

I take it. “Thank you. Now get out,” I say again.

This time, he listens. He makes a point to adjust himself over his jeans while he passes Wyatt, and I curse him under my breath for being so shameless.

Turning to avoid the look Wyatt’s giving me, I go to the register and get back to work. I tell myself to forget the fuck boy and focus on my customers, but I can’t help the way my eyes seek him out when no one’s looking. Walking toward the door where his family waits for him outside, a few of the girls in here track his every move, moving their greedy eyes over his form the same way I am. I don’t think he notices their attention on him because he’s looking at me again, and that both confuses and excites me all at once.

Shit. I’m in trouble.

“Out,” I mouth, and he grins again before the door closes behind him.