“I see how you look at me, Dawsyn,” he says slowly, eyes watching hers. “I look at you the way I look at any annoyance. I know how to separate the wants of my body and my mind.” “Good,” he spits, the muscles beneath his tunic jumping. “Because what you did in that tavern, you will never do again.” She laughs without mirth. “Did it scare you, Ryon? Tell me, what will you do if I kiss you again?” He grabs her wrist and pulls her down the path. “I will bury myself inside you, Dawsyn. And yes, it scares me.”
well damn
