Something in her face must have changed, because his body became charged with awareness. He twined his fingers into her loose hair, pushing it back from her face. His hand seared her chilled skin like a brand. She knew, down to her very marrow, that she was about to be kissed. Her head swam. It felt like a dream—a fairy tale. It didn’t feel possible, that she should’ve been allowed to have something she wanted so badly. “Are you sure?” she blurted out. “After everything that has happened, I understand if you are tired, or—” “Stop talking.” He kissed her.
