LAYLA'S POV
I could still feel Kieran's kiss long after we pulled away from each other.
Even as we continued through the narrow passage, my lips tingled whenever I remembered the way he had touched my face and looked into my eyes.
There was something different about the way he had kissed me, something that went beyond the pull of the mate bond.
He hadn't kissed me because he was trying to claim me or prove that I belonged to him. He kissed me because he wanted to, and because he finally allowed himself to admit that he cared about me. That thought alone made my heart flutter in a way I couldn't control.
I walked beside him, trying to concentrate on the path ahead, but my attention kept drifting toward him.
