He let out a sharp exhalation. His hands settled on either side of my face. His metal eyes sliced into mine. The knot in his throat dipped. “Kiss me?” he rasped. This was not just acting. It wasn’t a playful means of ridding ourselves of awkwardness. This was something else entirely and he and I both knew it. We were standing atop a boulder, staring at a deep pool. He wanted to jump in, but also wanted me to take his hand and jump with him. He wanted me to trust him. Trusting him with my life was one thing. The poison singing through his blood was a safety net. Trusting him with my heart took
...more
