Twisted-Games

molten flame. “You did good, princess.”
I stepped into his embrace, my pulse hammering in my throat. “It’s not
over yet.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered, “Kiss me like
the world’s watching.”
His slow smile dripped through me like rich, smooth honey. “Gladly,
Your Highness.”
Rhys’s mouth descended on mine, and I heard the soft, telltale click of a
camera shutter from the nearby bushes.
“Think they got it?” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke.
“Definitely.”
He grinned and kissed me again. Deeper this time, more insistent, and I
pressed against him, letting his touch and taste sweep me away.
The first kiss was for the world. This one was for us.