Elara's POV
And right now, I don’t want him to let me go.
“You’ll really let me get up if I kiss you?” I ask doubtfully.
“I promise.”
“I don’t believe you.”
His eyes darken in a way that makes my skin feel too tight.
“You’re the one who was trying to sleep with me last night. And I showed great restraint.”
I shudder at the reminder. I was completely drunk. The memory makes me want to disappear.
“I was—”
“Kiss me, Elara.”
The command in his voice, the way he says my name like a request and a demand all at once, undoes something inside me. To shut him up, to stop the knowing look in his eyes, and to silence the voice in my head that’s screaming warnings, I surge upward and press my lips to his.
It was meant to be quick, chaste, just enough to fulfill his demand so I could escape.
