For those precious moments, it’s just me and him. Our bodies and souls joined as one. Leaning down, he kisses me with such aching softness that my heart almost bursts. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re so fucking perfect.” A small noise comes from the back of my throat. And as I kiss him back, I can’t for the life of me understand how I’m supposed to make myself remember that one crucial fact that I must never allow myself to forget. That Draven and I are supposed to be enemies.
