"You're still so cold," he says softly, "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. It may scar both of us, but I don't have another choice right now. I have to make it better for you."
My eyes widen when his lips touch mine; I gasp, and my heart pounds against my chest as he kisses me in a slow and controlled manner. Kane's lips feel just as good as I remembered them from the last time he kissed me while he was drunk, I couldn't get that kiss out of my head, and I was sure that I would never be able to get this kiss out of my head either. This time Kane seems to be in control of his actions. He knows that he's only doing this to help my body recover from the cold. He's trying his best to make my body warm again.
I will forever be grateful to him. I know how hard this must be for him to do; it
