Page 67 of Paws & Order

The room suddenly feels very small. Very warm. His gaze searches mine. Giving me every opportunity to back away.

But I don't. Not even a little.

The kiss starts slow. It never stays that way.

His hand slides into my hair.

Mine catches in the front of his shirt.

The world narrows.

No ghosts.

No mysteries.

No century-old heartbreak.

Just Cassian.

When we finally pull apart, we're both breathing a little harder.

Neither of us moves very far.

His forehead rests against mine.

For a second, neither of us says anything.

Then:

"I'm trying very hard to be patient."

The words send heat rushing straight to my face.

I laugh softly.

"Is it working?"

His eyes close.

A rough laugh escapes him.

"Not even a little."

My stomach flips.

Dangerous. Very dangerous.

And judging by the look in his eyes?

We're both thinking the same thing.

Maybe not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow.

But soon. Very soon.

The thought should terrify me. Instead, it makes me smile.

A soft knock echoes from somewhere inside the apartment.