Page 82 of Sin of Love
“Because I—” The words die in my throat, and I look up, already knowing what I’ll find.
A madly grinning god.
“You want me,” he says, victorious and smug.
Warmth curls inside my chest. Dark and safe. My tree-root cave.
“Gideon?”
“Yes, mon bijou?”
“Will you kiss me now?”
With barely a pause, he says, “No. Because when I kiss you again, I’m not going to stop. And I want you to be very, very sure.”
My kneecaps melt. I clear my throat. “Fair enough.”
“Now help me finish this, will you?”
