Zavren's body froze—he hadn't expected such a bold move from her. The kiss was soft at first, but there was something more behind it. Something deeper. Something that lingered long after their lips met. It was like she was trying to tell him something… but what? Or was it—
A silent goodbye.
A promise of return.
His pupils dilated the moment he felt her tongue slip into his mouth. He kissed her back slowly, savoring it, as she gently sucked on his lower lip, stiffening him even further. When they finally pulled away—just slightly—his intense gaze locked with hers, darkening as his hands held her jaw to make her look at him. Not hard, but firm enough for Ariana's gaze to shift to his.
"Tell me," he asked quietly, "who taught you to use your tongue when kissing?"
Ariana's cheeks flushed with color; she too was surprised by what she had done. She raised her hand, and to his surprise, pointed at him.
He fell silent, realization dawning.
