The closest surface is a stone wall, but Kyle's control of his domain and self in this place make the surprise of its impact against his back lesser. With his heart racing and his blood quickly moving south, his mouth and hands are grasping for purchase more feverishly wherever he can find it.

Or, that's what would have started, if not for the man who suddenly appears at the entrance.

Kahlil pulls back as far as he can, the hands that hand been gripping Dean at his shoulder and hip releasing, his hair mussed and his face flushed.

He's watched a handful of Nayeshi soap operas. It pops into his head out of nowhere, the sense of being the other woman in this situation.

All he can do is stand there with his back against the wall, a deer in headlights.