Solo allora la sua bocca fu sulla mia. Sussultando, schiusi le mie. Sapeva di neve e di qualcosa di dolce e intenso, come il cioccolato. Ma non mi stava baciando. Hunter stava inspirando.

I cupped her chin and tilted it back, deepening the kiss, wanting to somehow claim her very soul. Funny thing was, it was my soul that was being claimed, my breath that was being stolen, and my heart that was pounding crazy fast in my chest.

He kisses like he's dying of thirst, and I'm water.

When he kissed me, it was like he was reaching for my soul.

A Luxen didn't kiss you, Evie. His lips brushed mine. But neither did a human.

Before I could protest, which wouldn’t be wise even though I did want him to hang out longer, he placed his hands on my cheeks. My breath stalled out somewhere between my throat and chest. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my forehead, dropping a kiss that squeezed my heart into slush. My eyes drifted shut as his lips lingered against my skin. Knocked off-kilter, I didn’t move when he pulled back and stood.

I was the last person on the face of the Earth to help when it came to the opposite sex. I'd only kissed one boy in my entire life. And he'd been a demon. So...