I was amused. "What do you want for compensation? It's not like we didn't have a good time back then."
It took Soren raising his eyebrows for me to realize I might have sounded more suggestive than I intended.
"Wait, hold on. I didn't mean—"
"I want those good times again," Soren interrupted, his voice firm.
I couldn't believe my ears. "You what?!"
Did he have no sense of decency or control? It was still broad daylight! Silas was sleeping right nearby!
"I said," Soren suddenly loomed closer, his gaze turning lascivious, "I want those good times again, mm."
My hair stood on end. I tensed and shrank into the wall. "Soren, we are st— Mmm."
I knew exactly what he meant, but before I could even finish warning him, he closed the remaining distance and pressed his lips against mine. He pulled my wrists forward, circling them around his waist.
It felt like we were cuddling. I couldn't fight him—I was trapped between him and the wall.
Soren's kiss started soft and curious, as though h
