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She kissed her mortal enemy.
Two
Connor
Her face.
Fuck, it killed him.
Raven was fire and light. She was bubbly and sweet (albeit not with him). She was confident and smart andbright.
A huge, beautiful presence…that drove him absolutely nuts in most instances.
Mostly because she was smart and beautiful and funny and kind.
Just not with him.
A tear slipped down her cheek and he stopped thinking about all the things she was—both with and without him—and focused on the issue in front of him.
Triage.
Focus.
His thumb stretched, reaching for the droplet, wanting to catch it before it skated down her cheek or dripped into her hair. “Sweetheart—”
He didn’t get there, didn’t get the chance to wipe it away.
Because she was lurching in his arms, and he nearly dropped her.
A curse as he scrambled to hold on, to not lose his grip on her.
One of her palms clamped onto his shoulder. Then the other. Her face changed, fear and hurt and sad replaced with something else, something he only got a glimpse of before her mouth was slamming onto his.
Not gently.
Slamming.
Her tongue flicked out, slipped between his lips, and then it wasn’t slamming, it was gentle…andnot. It was a kiss that sent heat scorching through him while at the same time making him completely aware that she was weakened and fragile and needed all that gentle.
She’d nearly died and—
That thought had him ripping his mouth from hers, lifting his head. His heart was racing and need for her was tearing through his insides.
He’d wantedthis, dreamed about it, jerked off to it, way too much.
He couldn’t have it.
Further, she didn’twantit.
“What the fuck, Raven?” he snapped, walking over to the couch, and setting her onto the cushions.
Gently.
Because she was still healing, even if she was doing stupid shit like taking her exercises too far and kissing him to—
Well, fuck if he knew the reason Raven did anything.
She tried to tuck her elbows beneath her, to press up, but he dropped his hand to the center of her chest, slowly, inexorably pushed her back down against the length of the couch. “You need to rest,” he snapped.
