FLORA'S POV
The moment his hands clamped around my waist, the world narrowed down to the furious heat of his skin. The cold, logical reasons he had just listed evaporated into the dark kitchen, replaced by the deep, heavy rumble of his breathing.
"Flora," he groaned, his voice rough against my mouth before his lips slammed into mine.
This kiss wasn't like the one from the afternoon. It wasn't a sudden burst of panicked hunger; it was slow, deliberate, and heavy with a dark sort of worship. He took his time, his tongue moving deeply into my mouth, tasting of the bitter coffee he had been drinking. My hands flew up to his bare shoulders, my fingers digging into the firm muscle there, anchoring myself as my head spun.
Slowly, without breaking the kiss, Eugene lifted me. My bare feet left
