Verity's pov

The kiss left my lips tingling, my heart still stuttering wildly in my chest as if it couldn’t decide whether to stop or keep going. Cassian’s forehead stayed pressed against mine, his breath shallow and uneven. Then, without a word, he pulled back slightly, his hand still gripping mine like it was the only thing tethering him to the world.

He led me toward the massive bed in the center of the room— all deep mahogany and dark sheets, the kind of thing that looked too regal ...