Cassian unfolded his arms. He straightened from the balcony door and took one step toward her. Just one. But the way his gaze shifted as he spoke made that single step feel like an advance across an entire battlefield.
"A kiss can be placed there." His eyes dropped to her neck, to the tendon running along the side of her throat, and the weight of his stare pressed against her skin with the same heat his mouth had left behind minutes ago. Cixi's hand moved involuntarily to her throat, her fingers touching the exact spot his lips had traced.
"There." His gaze rose to her earlobe, and the memory of his mouth pressing against that delicate curve of flesh hit her so hard that her knees softened once more and she shifted her weight to stop herself from swaying.
