It’s clear that we’ve spent so much time together that apparently my horny little brain can’t help itself from developing a little crush.
Or a massive fucking one, I guess.
And he intends to stay in Seelie after we finished the journey. I can’t ask him to do that. Not after that kiss.
But gods, thatkiss.
I think it’s safe to say that no kiss will ever measure up to that.
Dammit, why did he have to be such a good kisser? He’s going to have ruined me to kisses with other men. Males. Whatever.
The sound of a pebble skittering across the cobbles comes from behind me, drawing me out of my spiraling thoughts. It’s then that I notice I’ve somehow strayed a bit from the path along the canal and I’m on a side street that is barely lit.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my pulse ratchets higher as my nerves spike. I throw a glance over my shoulder but don’t see anything.
I turn around and walk back out towards where the canal is, when a raspy voice stops me in my tracks.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.”
