I hadn’t realized how close we’d gotten when I sat down to look at the book, but he radiated a gentle warmth and I felt drawn to it like a lizard on a basking rock—our thighs pressed together and our shoulders brushing with every breath. Amber eyes flickered down, long eyelashes fluttering against pale cheeks. His freckles glittered with guardian magic, tiny lightning bugs forming constellations over the crooked bridge of his nose. Unable to help myself, I raised a finger to brush across them, fascinated with the small bite of embers dancing across my knuckles—the sun flares reaching out to
...more
