“Kiss me,” I pleaded to Rowen, the only one who currently had lips. His mouth curled into its signature grin. “Are you sure this is what you want?” “Stop teasing me,” I commanded, grasping at the shadowy tendrils that somehow managed to be tangible and not at the same time. “But I like it when you beg, my little gem,” he taunted, his voice dropping seductively. It was my turn to smirk. Two could play this game. “Please, Rowen,” I purred, suggestively licking my lips and looking coyly up at him through my eyelashes. “Please kiss me.”
