“When my sister suggested I court you at Equinox, I resisted.” I frowned up at him. “Adamantly, as I recall.” He traced the curve of my chin. “I resisted, Elspeth, because I was already imagining how I might press my finger against your wet lips again, like I had in my room.” He took in a breath, his mouth dropping to my ear. “And that was nothing to the wicked things I was imagining after we argued in the garden.”
