Kane knew he should really put a stop to this. He wasn't Casey. If the girl referenced this later and he had no memory of it, there would be trouble.
This unfamiliar feeling was nice though. Despite knowing he was likely to regret it later, he wanted to enjoy the moment now. Goodness knows he never got the chance to do that since he was always taking care of things for Casey.
He wasn't really stealing Casey's girl. A better term would be sharing.
If Kane had to do some of his work, shouldn't he get some of his benefits too? That was the justification he used to let the girl whose name he still didn't know keep kissing him and running her hands through his hair.
Eventually her hand slipped up the back of his shirt, trying to take it off, and he stiffened. The scars. She might not know about them.
He reluctantly pulled away, a bit breathless. "Hey, I actually have a lot of scars so you probably shouldn't—"
