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Elle
After the queen asked for proof, I had the same thought Alec did. A kiss would do it. But I didn’t have the nerve. Alec is my friend. He needs to stay that way. Then he stood before me with the sweetest look on his face and a one word question. “Yes?”
There was only one answer. “Yes.”
Now his mouth presses against mine and it’s tearing my soul apart. Every cell in my body wants to deepen the kiss. On reflex, I reach up and grab Alec’s wrists, holding him in place.
I never want it to end.
“That’s enough,” says the queen.
We break apart. The moment Alec’s mouth is away from mine, I realize that was a colossal mistake. Alec is too important to risk our relationship over something as dumb as a kiss.
But then again, maybe it wasn’t a real kiss.
Both of us want to save our compa
