JARED
When I stepped into the kitchen, I never could have predicted what would happen next. Amira, standing on her tiptoes, leaned in and pressed a feather light kiss to my lips. I was so surprised that I froze, expecting her to realize what she had done and pull away in embarrassment, but she didn’t. Instead, she let her lips linger on mine, moving slowly and gently.
Inside my mind, Flame yelled at me to return the kiss. Part of me wanted to react, to pull her closer, but I stood still, giving her the space to lead. Her touch was soft, yet it was clear that she was deeply troubled. She buried her face in my shoulder, her tears dampening my shirt. It was obvious that something had shaken her to her core. I couldn't believe this was just about the banquet; Roi must have said something to
