His frown deepened.
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It does if you’re romantic.”
“I’m not romantic.”
“You’re holding my hand in the infirmary after threatening a doctor with your eyes because he flirted with me.”
“He didn’t flirt with you.”
“He invited me to teach him how to surf.”
“He asked about lessons.”
“With his whole face.”
Kael stared at me like the sentence had committed treason.
“With his whole face?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“Your jealousy does.”
He inhaled slowly through his nose, which was quickly becoming one of my favorite signs that he was seconds away from either kissing me or committing violence.
Honestly, both had merit.
“The bond got you,” I said.
“No.”
“It absolutely got you.”
“You’re injured.”
“That’s not an
