An Audience of One

Nadia

His tongue slid against mine, and I made a sound that was embarrassingly loud.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips.

"What are you doing?"

"Proving a point," I managed breathlessly.

"To who?"

I glanced toward the glass door and Torin noticed Corbin standing just inside the hall, his hand frozen on the door handle and staring at us with hurt and fury.

"To him," I whispered.