"You enjoy these forbidden thrills more than anything else. Don't you?"
If you thought that line would escalate into a super taboo, hot and clandestine, borderline incestuous, risky, hidden tryst, exhibitionist play against cold stone, you would be wrong.
But if you considered holding hands to be the lewdest act of all, then yes. It escalated into a super taboo, hot and clandestine, borderline incestuous, risky, hidden tryst, exhibitionist play, sharing a secret that could shatter families.
"How did I not recognize your scent?" Arkai asked. He still held her hand, their fingers interlaced as they walked a path through the fortress's private winter garden.
He'd jumped a moment ago, startled by her voice when his nose, and every other senses for that matter, had detected only the crisp, clean scent of his own fortress' corridors.
Walking among a collection of winter plants and sculptures of natural ice against the marbles, he looked at her with his dark, warm eyes.
