I froze as I felt the foreign sensation on my lips. It was warm and inviting, but when the soft press of his lips on mine finally registered, my hands came between us, and I pushed him off gently.

“You can’t do that.” I croaked out in a voice that betrayed what I was feeling.

But what exactly was I feeling?

However, Rowan's voice broke the daze before I could contemplate it too much. “I am sorry; I was carried away.” He apologized, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that may as well have said he was not at all sorry, and I wasn’t sure what to...