The first kiss is softer and more tender than any of our other kisses ever have been. There’s always such an intensity and a fire to our kisses that there usually doesn’t seem to be time for sweetness; it’s the exact reason Kenton’s embrace felt as special as it did.
I don’t know it’s because of Kenton or something else entirely, but for the first few seconds, Milo seems to be quite determined to prove to me that he can be just as tender as any damn Elvish war captain, and then some.
Of course, my natural and innate desire to ravage him kicks in pretty quickly, and then the tenderness is out the window.
I jump into his arms and cup his face with my hands as he stumbles to the ground with me, and first I’m straddling him, then he’s flipping me onto my back, and he’s touching me—not just
