There was no denying it—no pretending that what they had wasn’t real. This game of theirs had gone on long enough. Tem had revealed her cards, and Leo had too. There was no reason to resist anymore. She was done fighting the inevitable. His lips were on hers before the door slammed shut. There was perfect, complete rhythm to their movement: both of them touched the other as if they had always known this was the way it was supposed to be—as if they were destined to do this since the moment they met.
