‘You can drop the act. I know you can swim.’ Wren fluttered her lashes. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ ‘If you want a moment alone, there are better ways to go about it.’ Tor’s lips were cool against the shell of her ear. ‘I saw you float at first. You looked as if you were enjoying it.’ ‘I was in shock,’ said Wren, mildly. ‘Everyone knows I’m terrified of water.’ He turned to look at her. Droplets hung like beads from his lashes, the grey of his eyes the exact shade of a thunderstorm. ‘Liar,’ he whispered. Feeling reckless and overcome with desire, Wren turned her face and pressed a kiss to
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