My chest tightened, heat prickling up my neck until it burned the tips of my ears. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t even know how to begin to answer a question like that. Memories of the kiss slammed into me. the roughness of his grip on my waist, the desperate heat of his mouth against mine, the way he’d pulled back with trembling fingers as if he hated himself for it. My pulse skittered painfully in my throat.
Talia smirked, her glossy lips curving as she tilted her head slightly, watching me with an amused glint in her amber eyes. The moonstone pendant around her neck caught the lamplight, throwing silver glimmers across her cheekbones.
“You’re blushing,” she teased, reaching out to flick a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Her touch was featherlight, but it sent shivers down my spine.
