She grinned, the flat line of her Fenthri teeth showing. “You’re a fool, Cvareh.” “I am,” he agreed with a grin of his own. Cvareh closed the gap at last, and found her lips with his. His chest was flush against hers and his thigh pressed between her legs. He held her fingers with white knuckles, as if to hold in place the tension he was struggling to let out only a moment at a time, savored like sips of the most perfect wine, held on the tongue to embolden the flavor.
