"King Maximus, what... what if somebody walks in?" Her tone shifted, her voice softer now, almost breathless. Her lips hovered right before his, close enough that every word brushed against him, while the heat in her body kept rising.
"Nobody will. I have this place locked up."
Max's finger lit up with purple ice flame. A small flicker flew toward the door, spreading frost across the wood and freezing the lock shut.
Clotilde's eyes moved to the door for a second, her breath catching in her throat. But she did not pull away.
Max's lips brushed against hers, barely touching, teasing her with that small contact. A strange spark ran through her body, making her fingers tighten against her own skirt. She did not understand where that feeling came from, but strangely enough, she liked it. It awakened something deeper in her, something she had been trying to bury behind her armor and proper words.
She wanted him to continue.
