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‘I have not chosen my bride yet,’ Zahid said, and he took her champagne glass and placed it on a window ledge, then pulled her back to where she had been just a second or two ago. ‘If I had I would not be about to kiss you.’
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Well, that settled that, then, Trinity thought. There was nothing to stop them other than her fear and the fact that she could not stand being held by a man. Except she was being held now and there was no urge to run—there was no urge to do anything other than receive the lips softly descending on hers.
Would he be able to tell her terror from her kiss? Trinity wondered.
No, she quickly realised, because there was no terror—just the melting of fear and the bliss of his lips and the stroke of his tongue.
She sank into his embrace without thought, and the press of his body against hers felt like a reward.
His mouth did make the pain disappear, his kiss did allow her to forget, and Trinity found out something new—it was very hard to kiss and smile at the same time, but she was trying.
