Her lips tingled, a lingering warmth pressing against them, as if the kiss had left something more than just a memory. Rachel exhaled, her breath shaky, her heart a wild drum against her ribs.
Soft. His lips were so soft.
Delicate. Yet irresistible.
She didn't want to pull away. Even though her lungs screamed for air, even though her body trembled slightly from the adrenaline of what she'd just done—she wanted to stay right there.
But she had to breathe.
So, reluctantly, she pulled back, gasping quietly as she licked her lips.
Delicious.
Her gaze fell upon Arthur beneath her, his azure eyes slightly dazed, his face tinged with an undeniable shade of red.
'Gods,' she thought, her own cheeks growing hotter. 'How is he so unfairly handsome?'
The way his tousled hair fell against the sheets, the way his chest rose and fell in measured breaths, the way his lips—those lips—were still parted slightly from their shared moment.
She swallowed hard.
