Even with her back to the school hallway, she’d heard five greetings from guys she didn’t know, two wolf-whistles, and one unacceptable suggestion. “Hey, Kaitlin,” a male voice said. Kaitlin looked left and saw Tyler from English class. Her shoulders eased. “Hey.” “I’ve been thinking—” Before Tyler finished his thought, a warm, solid hand landed on her bare waist. She jumped, startled, but a quick glance up showed her it was Rhys. He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, an electric press of his lips to her skin. “I see you took my suggestion. New dance class?” Kaitlin couldn’t think for several seconds. Rhys had just kissed her in public. On her shoulder, yeah, but he kissed her. Tyler assessed Rhys, gave a guy nod, and pointed his books at Kaitlin. “Catch you later.” His eyes dropped to her bare waist.
