He curved us so I was no longer in any danger of falling down the stairs. I had to appreciate the desire to not cause me broken limbs. My back was pressed against the hardwood of the banister and I clung to him to prevent myself from falling. Even while being lost in bliss I had the standards of not dying. I opened my eyes again to watch him.
I sagged against Zoar letting him take the lead. His thumbs caressed the sides of my neck as I was pulled every closer to him. Our bodies were so close together it felt like we were one person. He pulled away with a kiss brushed across my forehead his breath coming in pants. “We should stop. You’re not thinking clearly. We need to get back to the prisoner.”
He was right of course. We should go downstairs and interrogate Novian and find out the best
