“Luther,” I whispered. “My Queen,” he breathed. Our faces drew close, and I honestly didn’t know which of us had done it. My nose brushed his, our mouths so near that his breath warmed my lips. I needed to pull away, put distance and cold, empty air between our bodies. I needed to remind him, and myself, that we were allies, reluctant friends at best, but nothing more. Never anything more. And I tried to do that. I really, truly did. But my body wouldn’t obey. My heart wouldn’t, either.
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