The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy (Montague Siblings, #2)

by Mackenzi Lee

It’s dark enough, in only the light of the talon moon, that I almost don’t realize she’s moved until I feel her hand upon my cheek, and when I turn to meet her, she presses her lips against mine. It is entirely different from kissing Callum. It is, for a start, significantly less wet. Less impulsive and frantic and out of control. It feels bold and shy both at once, like giving and taking. Her lips are chapped but her mouth is soft as milkweed silk and rimmed with salt water from the cold spray kicked up against the side of the boat. When they part against mine, I open my mouth in return. Her thumb skims my jawline, feather-light. But beyond the physical observations, it’s nothing. Not wholly unpleasant, but neither something I’m anxious to repeat. Just a thing people do. She pulls back, her hand still upon my cheek, and looks at me. “Did that work any sort of magic?” “Not really.” “That’s a shame.” She settles back into our little nest of cloaks, pulling the collar higher around her face. “It worked for me.”