Rowan’s POV
Her lips found mine before I could even process what was happening. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that demanded or devoured, it was soft, hesitant, almost clumsy. A question instead of a statement. For a second, I froze. My brain went utterly blank. Her mouth moved against mine gently, too gently, and I could taste the faint sweetness of the wine she’d been drinking. Her hands brushed my chest like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. God, she had no idea what she was doing to me.
“Liora,” I murmured against her lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe. But she only hummed, unfocused, her eyes barely open. “Hmm?”
“Do you even know what you’re doing right now?” I whispered to her.
Her brow creased slightly, and then—barely a
