Page 94 of Spotlight Hearts

I’m trying to focus. Smiling for photos, signing photos, answering questions about the show last night. But my attention keeps drifting to Kai.

Even when we’re apart—him at one end of the long table, me at the other—we keep finding each other. Every time I look up, his eyes are already on me. He gives me these small, private looks that make my stomach flip. A quick raise of his eyebrows when a fan asks something ridiculous. A soft smile when our gazes lock for a second too long.

It’s stupid how much those little looks affect me.

When the line brings fans over to our section together, it gets worse.

Kai and I end up side by side for a group photo. The second the fan steps between us, my hand finds the small of his back. I can’t stop myself. My fingers brush lightly over the fabric of his shirt, a casual touch that probably looks innocent to everyone else. But I feel the way Kai leans into it just slightly, the tiny shiver that runs through him.

Another fan wants a selfie with the whole band. I slide in behind Kai, my chest barely brushing his back as I rest my hand on his shoulder. My thumb strokes once, right over the spot where his tattoo climbs toward his neck, the same spot I worshiped with my tongue last night. He doesn’t pull away. If anything, he presses back against my touch for half a second before the camera flashes.

Michael catches my eye from across the group and smirks as though he knows exactly what’s happening. Min-ho just looks quietly amused.

I should probably behave.

Every chance I get when we’re near each other, my hand finds him. A light brush of fingers along his arm when we switch places for the next fan. A palm pressed briefly to his lower back as I lean in to sign something over his shoulder. Each touch is small, almost innocent, but the heat building between us is anything but.

Kai’s cheeks stay faintly pink the whole time. Every time my fingers graze his skin, he shoots me a look, half warning, half please don’t stop. It makes me want to drag him into the nearest hallway and forget the rest of the meet-and-greet entirely.

During a brief lull, he steps closer under the pretense of grabbing a water bottle from the table between us. His arm brushes mine deliberately. I let my fingers trail down his side as he straightens, just enough to make his breath hitch.

He bites down on his lower lip and trails his eyes down my body. It heats my blood to the point that I’m positive I don’t care what any of these cameras get shots of. “I might need a bathroom break,” he mutters under his breath, voice low enough that only I can hear.

I hum. “Me too.”

The words hang between us, heavy and full of promise.

Kai’s eyes flick up to meet mine again. The heat in them is unmistakable. He sets the water bottle down without drinking from it and nods toward the side exit of the room.

We slip away together during the next short break, moving like it’s casual, like we’re just stretching our legs. The second the bathroom door closes behind us and the lock clicks, the pretense drops.

I push him against the wall, mouth crashing into his. Kai kisses me back just as hard, hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer. The kiss is messy and urgent, all teeth and tongue and the leftover adrenaline from the meet-and-greet.

“Fuck, I’ve been dying to touch you properly,” I growl against his lips, hands sliding under his shirt to feel warm skin.

Kai moans softly into my mouth, hips rolling against mine. “Then touch me.”

My hand slips down to palm him through his jeans. He’s already half-hard. I squeeze, stroking him firmly, and he bites back a groan, head falling back against the wall.

We don’t have long. Someone could knock any second. And I’m positive we will be missed.

But right now, with Kai’s breath coming fast and his hands gripping my shoulders, I don’t care.

I drop to my knees, fingers working his zipper open. Kai’s hand threads into my hair, holding on as I pull his cock free and take him into my mouth in one smooth motion.

He curses under his breath, hips jerking. I suck him deep, tongue working the underside, and swirling into his slit, tasting the salt of his skin. The sounds he makes—low and broken, trying so hard to stay quiet—go straight to my own cock.

I work him fast and dirty, one hand stroking what my mouth can’t reach, the other gripping his thigh to keep him steady. Kai’s fingers tighten in my hair, breath coming in sharp pants.

“Luca—fuck—I’m close⁠—”

I hum around him, sucking harder, and he comes with a choked groan, hips stuttering as he spills down my throat. I swallow every drop, milking him through it until he’s trembling.

When I pull off, I stand and kiss him again, letting him taste himself on my tongue. Kai kisses me back like he’s starving for it, hands already reaching for my zipper.

Before he can get far, there’s a knock on the door.

“Five minutes!” Michael’s voice calls, amused. “Whatever you’re doing in there, finish up. Tasha’s about to send a search party.”