"What are you lovebirds doing up there?!"
Quinn's voice boomed from the lobby below, loud enough to snap Willow and Ezrik out of their too-close moment.
Heads turned. Conversations halted. Several students who hadn't left yet looked up. Including Navian.
The boredom that sat on his face like a permanent accessory had vanished. His eyes glowed a stark, dangerous white. His jaw flexed, every line of him sharpened in cold, barely controlled anger.
Willow froze.
Her eyes locked with his, and the look he gave her sent a rush of heat through her chest, down her spine, straight to her knees.
Navian was jealous.
"Oh, isn't this pleasant," Ezrik snorted and before she could react, he leaned in and pressed a quick, smug kiss to her cheek.
Willow whipped toward him, her cheeks blazing red. "What the... go away!"
Ezrik only grinned, waved lazily at her, and sauntered off like he hadn't just detonated a bomb.
When she looked back at Navian. He was still staring.
