The kiss ended, but Adrian didn’t pull his hands away. He kept his fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head, forcing her to keep her face close to his. He was breathing heavily, his dark eyes scanning every inch of her face as if checking to see if she was still real, if she was still actually standing in his kitchen.

"You're shaking," Adrian whispered, his thumb lightly brushing against her temple.

"You just threatened to put your brother in prison, Adrian," Aurora said, her voice barely steady. Her hands were still flat against his chest, feeling the heavy, rapid thud of his heart. "Of course...