Ember POV

The hot whispered words in his ear surely did not light his body upa like fire cracker night.

Marksman had never, not once, fantasised about Ember. He’d watched her career with interest out of loyalty and a little bit of nostalgia for that long ago summer. He’d never seen her as someone he would ever be attracted to, but now…with her sitting beside him, her hair brushing his arm and her perfume filling his head, he was getting all sorts of ideas that felt wrong and yet…

“So, is this what you do for fun?” Ember asked.

“Not quite what you’re used to?” he asked, turning to her....