“You fought for me. You fought. For me?” “And I’d do it again,” he whispered, ghosting his lips against hers. The chemistry was so strong, she gasped and pulled away, pressing her knuckles to her mouth. Then he dipped back down, drawing her into a real kiss this time. Hot, passionate, searching. She didn’t know how to kiss like this—but it was okay because, oh, Bash knew what he was doing.
