“We’ve got nothing else to lie about, right? You’re Nightmare. I’m the Sentinel. Ace Anarchy is your uncle. You and I might be archenemies. And yet…” He shrugged, a little hapless. “Somehow, I still want to kiss you.” Her skin tingled. “You do?” “As much as ever.” And then, he did. The kiss was more tender than the passionate kisses they’d shared before, full of hunger and urgency. This was more patient. More knowing. Utterly devoid of secrets.
