Ariane:
I couldn't tell where one of us began and the other ended beneath the sounds between us.
Our bodies were so close I could feel the heat radiating off them—Varek’s chest brushing mine with every inhale, Kaelen’s breath ghosting over the back of my neck.
“I’m not sure if I should run,” I whispered, my heart thundered as if I too were part of the storm coming alive outside, “or drop the rest of my clothes.” I laughed around the dance of Varek’s lips and mine.
Kaelen’s growl was low and amused. “Why not both?”
Then Varek tilted my chin up, his lips barely brushing mine. “Ariane, as drunk as you are. Do you still want this?”
“Yes. More than you know.” The words were breathless, immediate, desperate, and far too honest. But gods, I meant it.
I could have died tonight.
The world
