Charis.
"No!" I pushed away from Kael, who seemed like he didn't want to let go. "Aren't you both ashamed of yourselves? I'm leaving."
I waded to the tub steps, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened. Behind me, I could hear Kael calling out, his voice slightly rough and confused.
"Eamon! Where are you going?" He asked, and I could detect something different in his tone—an arousal that made my cheeks burn.
I paused just enough to say. "I need some space," and then grabbed a nearby towel, wrapping it tightly around my body.
I walked faster, not trusting myself to remain composed if I saw his face again. The kiss-the heat, the way his hands had pressed me into the tub's wall like I belonged there—had exposed something inside me.
That was the problem.