Before the kiss, Byron looked at her like he was a predator who finally caught her, but now he was the prey, helpless in her power.

“You’re never quite sure about me,” he said, “but can you at least be sure of how I feel about you?”

Emily had not quite recovered from the kiss, and she was almost dazed enough to give in to whatever he wanted, as long as she could experience something like it again.

“That was amazing,” she said, “but I ...