Ethan paused for a second, then hesitantly opened his mouth.
Celeste slipped the ice cube in. The searing burn on his tongue instantly dulled, chilled freshness spreading all the way to his chest. It was like every pore on his body just took a deep breath.
"Don't move. Just hold it there," she said.
But the moment she let go, he grabbed her wrist out of nowhere. Before she could react, she felt a pull at her waist, her upper body yanked forward unexpectedly.
"Mm-"
Her eyes widened as something cold brushed her lips-shocking her.
Was he... kissing her? While fully conscious?
When her tongue touched the ice in his mouth, she could feel it melting fast. A shiver ran through her, her nerves wound tight.
His burning palm trailed up her thigh. A draft brushed her skin.
