บท 17: Chapter 17: Kiss Me

When we are ready to leave, we are pleasantly drunk. Ambrose tips the waitress generously and leads me from the bar.

It’s late. There isn’t a carriage in sight and most of the town has gone dark.

“We won’t be able to find a ride at this time,” I tell him.

“We could walk,” he says.

“It’s three miles. No, thank you.” To prove my point, I sway unintentionally.

Ambrose tightens his grip on my arm, sliding his other around my waist. I stop walking and look at him.

“You can’t keep doing that,” I say.

“Doing what?” he smirks.

“Sending sparks down my spine.”

He looks at me, his body close to mine. His fingers have tightened at my waist, I can feel them burning my skin. He glances at my mouth before raising his gaze to my eyes.

“We should find a place to stay for the night,” he says quietly. “Until we can find a ride.”

I nod absently, only half hearing him.

“Hera?” Ambrose asks, breaking me from my trance. “Know a place?”