“So many lies,” Luther tutted. “Next, you’ll try to claim you didn’t kiss me.” “I didn’t,” I snapped. “You kissed me. I was an innocent bystander.” “There was nothing innocent about that kiss. From either of us.” He wet his lips, and heat coursed through my blood. “I think I’ve still got a few traces of your bloody handprints on my skin, if you’d like me to prove it.”
