FIRA'S POV

Pyro’s lips went to my cheek, moved up to my forehead and then kissed it. “You, okay?” His voice was sweet.

“Yes, your majesty,” I said with just a low tone. I gasped a lot of air to sustain the shortcoming in my lungs.

We stared at each other’s faces for about a second. His arms wrapped around my waist. I prevented my eyes from looking at his handsome attractive face because the kiss was playing to my mind over and over again. My mother said if the man was kissing a woman with gentle, not harming, afraid of hurting her...he has a heart with the lucky woman....