“You’re making a grave mistake, Apricity.” “Apricity?” I whipped my head his way. “The warmth of the sun in winter.” He smirked fiendishly. “It was what popped into my head when I saw you for the first time. There’d been a snowstorm. It was freezing. And you looked…” His eyes rested on the faint pulse of my neck. “Well, hot.”
