'Who asks for permission to kiss someone?'
The hot breath by her ear was electrifying, making her go weak.
Zoe Pierce steeled herself and switched the Mecha to autopilot. Seeing it wouldn't slow them down, she turned, grabbed Miles Sherman by the collar, and crushed her lips against his.
After a few tangled seconds, she pulled back her flushed lips. "Miles, you shouldn't provoke me like this..."
'Who could hear that voice, so low it was almost a gasp in her ear, and possibly refuse him?'
His unique gentleness was on full display.
She looked at Miles again. His neck was red where she'd yanked his collar, and now his thin lips were a deep crimson from her kiss, his eyes shimmering with moisture.
'Why did it look like I was the one bullying him?'
"Be good..."
Zoe Pierce felt she'd made a mistake. She never should have let Miles say that to her.
Now, in that especially husky voice, it felt like an electric current shot through her.
