“In fairy tales, it works with just a kiss. Maybe that’s enough.”
She heard nothing but his heartbeat as close as he was, and the brush of skin against stone somewhere behind her.
“He’s kissing you, isn’t he?” she asked.
“Oh, yes. Sweet he is, Sister.” Her brother sounded elated.
“Damn you.”
But she didn’t carry her envy for long, because a moment later, the same lips pressed against her rigid, unresponsive ones. If any kiss could have awakened a sleeping princess, his would have done the trick. But she was no princess, nor was her brother. It took more than a kiss for them. Still, she strained within her prison to respond to the sweet, soft press of his mouth. The warmth of his flesh left her tingling even deeper when he pulled away with a sigh.
“Not enough, huh? I guess this is a d
