"Do you think they saw us?" I whisper.
Asher hesitates, then shakes his head. "I don't know. I didn't see anyone so there's a chance they didn't get the chance to see us either."
I nod.
The thrill of almost being caught vibrates under my skin.
Asher glances down at me and one look at my wide eyes and parted lips has him smiling, before a low laugh exits his lips. He shakes his head slowly.
"That was close."
I shift in the small space, trying to listen to see if there is anyone waiting for us in the hall.
He looks at me differently now. His laughter fades but the grin on his lips remains.
My pulse stutters. From him, from the situation, from everything. "You think this is funny?"
"You have to admit; it is a little." He looks around us, hiding in an equipment cupboard. "We're in a cupboard, together . . . again."
"You dragged me in here."
"You were laughing, drawing whoever is out there's attention straight to us." He accuses with an amused tone.
"That was panic."
"That was excitement."
His hand slides from my waist to my hip again. Slow. Deliberate.
"Ivy."
The way he says my name makes my stomach flip.
"Where were we?" he murmurs.
"Really? We're in a closet."
"Not the first time I've kissed you in a confined space. Won't be the last. I merely see an opportunity."
"You're unbelievable."
"You like it."
My fingers tighten in his jersey before I can stop myself.
He notices.
"Careful," he murmurs. "You're clinging."
"I am not."
"You are a little." He teases, leaning down so we're on the same level.
My heart stumbles.
"If someone saw us," he continues lightly, "I'm blaming you."
"Me?"
