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“You’re taking me to a gym on our first date?” I squint.

I mean, I like to run and keep fit, but sweating in a gym, in front of Kas, is not my idea of a fun first date.

“No.” He laughs softly. “I said, bring gym clothes, not that I was taking you to the gym.”

“Okay. So, where are you taking me then?”

He leans in and brushes his lips over mine, making me shiver. “You’ll find out tomorrow,” he whispers.

Then, he releases me and walks around the island. Picking his coffee up, he walks out of the kitchen.

I’m going on a date with Kas.

Oh my God…I’m going on a date with Kas!

Twenty-Six

Superhumans.

This is what the sign reads on the building where Kas is pulling into the car park.

“We’re here.” He turns off the engine and takes the key out of the ignition.

We’re in Brixton. I’m not sure whereabouts exactly, but aside from this nondescript building and a few factories we just passed, there’s nothing here.

“And where is here?”

His lips shift up into a panty-melting smile. “You’ll see in a few minutes.” Then, he opens his door and climbs out.

Following suit, I hang my bag on my shoulder and exit the car.

Kas has been in a really good mood the whole way here. I’m not complaining; it’s just not something I’m used to. But I really could get used to it.

He comes around the car. His tall, strong body is agile as he moves closer to me. He moves so quietly, considering the size and strength of him. Almost catlike. It’s almost as if Kas walks on different air than the rest of us.

He’s wearing black trackpants, a black T-shirt, and white trainers. He looks really hot.

So much hotter than me. I’m in yoga pants, my favorite pink running tank top, and my trainers. My hair is tied back into a ponytail. I have a little makeup on—mascara, blush, and gloss on my lips, which I quickly applied before we left the house to come here.

Stopping in front of me, Kas tucks some stray strands of my hair behind my ear. His fingers skim over my cheek, making me shiver.

He smiles as he takes ahold of my hand, lacing his fingers with mine, and starts to lead me over to Superhumans.

Butterflies start to riot in my tummy. Crazy how one small act can make such a big impact.

Kas opens the door, holding it for me to go through.

We walk up to the reception counter. The guy behind the counter looks up at our approach. I’d say he’s in his mid-thirties. He’s combated a receding hairline by shaving his hair off.

He grins when he sees Kas. “Hey, man, how are you doing?” he greets with enthusiasm.

Kas lets go of my hand as the guy stands and leans over the counter. They do that manly handshake thing that guys do.

“Yeah, I’m good. How are things with you?” Kas asks him.

“Ah, you know, life is always bright.” He smiles.

I watch with interest. I’ve never seen Kas interact with people in this way before.