He cuts me off with a real mindblower of a kiss. Honestly, I hesitate to even call it a kiss, because it’s about ten things rolled into one—you’re an idiot and oh my god and also some fireworks, plus the victory of winning a fake quest for fake knights. His teeth bump into mine and I laugh and he grins and kisses me again and his hands are freezing, so I pull them inside of his jacket, winding his arms around my waist. “I couldn’t even hate you enough to let you keep shivering,” he admits in my ear.
