"The tension between us kicked up a notch,and I realized that along with our bodies being nearer, so were our lips."
“But each time you use spirit, you’re more likely to go crazy.”
“Already crazy about you, Sage.”
“What am I supposed to do with a wool coat? Especially here in Palm Springs?”
“Sleep with it,” he suggested. “Think of me.”
“Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding,"
“Why are they all high-calorie foods?”
“I’m not dangerous,” I breathed.
He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.”
And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.
All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened.
I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.