“We keep on getting in these situations way too often, don’t you think?” Alec’s face, complete with a crap-eating grin, was far too close to yours in the cramped cupboard, his hands, clad in fingerless gloves, on either side of your head and caging you in. Your relationship with Alec was like push-and-pull. Back-and-forth. Love-hate.

However, you seemed to be getting into compromising situations way too often. All for being X6, you were the only one of your series and Manticore’s best creation. But no amount of training would’ve prepared you for, quite literally, smart Alec.

It would be either you two falling over during a fight with some hostiles and his face would be inches from yours or you’d be straddling his hips. Or maybe you’d be play-fighting for dominance and one of you would end up with their arms pinned over their head. Or one would trip, and end up with their face way too close to the other just as Original Cindy or Max walked right in and got the wrong idea.

“Shut up.” You groaned, trying to ignore the green of his eyes or the pout of his full, pink lips. The tension was way too high in this cupboard. You’ve resisted the temptation before. You can do it now… right?

“I’ve hit a nerve.” He pumped his eyebrows twice, not seeming at all bothered by this. He couldn’t care less about you, couldn’t he? But then again, he’d contacted Max and OC and he definitely didn’t want them bursting in on you two in the act.

The thought sent a thrill through him. Especially as his eyes were drifting down to your rack in that tank top, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he bit down on the bottom one.