The kiss lingered, Ysmeine's lips soft yet delicious as they pressed against Zaeryn's, the warm water making the heat between them intensify.
This time, he didn't just sit still and accept it; he kissed her back. He was tentative at first, then firmer, his lips parting against hers in a way that sent a sharp jolt through both of them.
The candlelight flickered, casting golden shadows across her glistening skin as she pulled back slightly, her arm still looped around him. Her smoky green eyes searched his face, her breath coming uneven now. For the first time, she saw him as more than just the kid she had been caring for. Now, she looked at him as a man, a quiet, unspoken desire swirling in her gaze.
Her wet hand rose from the water to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his jaw as though memorizing the lines of it. The innocent pecks she used to give him were gone, replaced by something charged, something that made her heart race.
