Kit’s POV

“Still beautiful,” I murmured as I tilted my head down to kiss the back of her neck. A ripple of goosebumps pebbled across her back. Her heart was hammering, throbbing hard against my hands as I trailed them down her body to wrap around her waist.

All lines of tension and nervousness slackened in her narrow shoulders. But even so, as she leaned back against me, she still said, “You don’t have to lie to me.”

My first instinct was to tell ...