She didn't move away when I reached up and touched her face.
That was the first thing I noticed. My thumb grazed her cheekbone, and she stood there and let it happen, which told me everything the speech she'd just given hadn't.
I traced down the side of her neck and felt her draw in a breath that she was clearly trying to keep quiet.
"I love Jace," she said. Her voice came out steadier than her breathing. I gave her credit for that.
"I know," I said simply.
"Then—"
"That's fine, Kiss." I kept my voice even, kept my thumb moving in a slow line along her pulse point, and felt it jump under the pressure. "You love Jace. I'm not asking you to stop." I paused. "People have a thrill before they tie the knot all the time. It's not as uncommon as you'd like to think."
She looked at me like
