Swordheart (Swordheart, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

Sarkis grabbed Halla’s hands, sliced through the ropes, pulled her upright, and said the first thing which came into his head, which was, “We are never going down this stretch of road again! Never! I do not care if we must go a month out of our way and bribe three kingdoms for passage!” Halla blinked at him. “Um, we could just take the north road up past the sheep downs next time?” “Yes!” roared Sarkis “We will do that!” She nodded. He nodded. Great god. He wrapped his arms tightly around her. He wanted very much to kiss her, but he stopped himself. This far was safe. A friend might embrace her like this, particularly after a frightening experience. A friend would not have had his lips pressed so tightly against her hair, but she could not see that and did not have to know. His heart hammered in his ears so loudly that it seemed like she had to be able to hear it, but perhaps a friend would feel that, too.

Except you’re not friends 😍😘 JUST KISS HER ALREADY