“Have you kissed anyone before?” he asks, running his thumb over Shae’s lip. Shae’s eyes dart away. “What kind of idiot would kiss a necromancer?” “In my defense,” Arthur says, “you’re a very attractive necromancer.” “Definitely an idiot,” Shae says. But he moans into the next kiss, arching deliciously against Arthur’s body, until they’re both red-faced and panting. When they break apart, Shae breathes, “I want more.”
