My stomach does a dizzy twirl. “We need to get you somewhere else until this wears off,” I murmur. “Where can we go?” “A tryst booth?” He slow-blinks at me. “I’ve never used one, but I’ve had them installed throughout the city. Before I did that, people would simply couple on street corners or in alleys. It was a problem.” “Gods.” I swallow hard at the thought. “Do you know where the nearest one is?” “Of course I do.” He bends, his mouth brushing my temple. “I’m the King, sweetheart.”
