Category: Assassins Kiss

“Kiss me,” she says.

I cave. I close the distance between our mouths and capture her lips with mine. She freezes for a moment before pressing back, returning the kiss. Heat curls through me. I relish the feel of her soft, perfect lips against mine. I reach a hand up to the back of her neck. She leans into me, letting me lead.

After a few moments she breaks away to catch her breath.

I glance at her face to gauge her reaction. Her features are hard to read. “You’re a tourist?” she asks.

I nod and curtsey again. I offer the first false name that comes to mind. “Lillian Rue, miss.”

“Father does not care for strangers in the house,” she says in a grave tone. “I do wonder how you got in.”