“Do not die,” he tells her, eyes searching her face. She grins, running one finger along the line of his jaw. “I never do.” As though he cannot stop himself, he pulls her mouth up to his. The curve of his lips, the feel of his rough jaw, it consumes her. She crushes her mouth against his, momentarily drunk on the way warmth seeps through his lips to hers. In painstaking degrees, they part, the wide span of his hand running from her hairline to her throat.
