"The sugar content is higher in this variety," Tiara whispered, her hand trembling slightly as she held out a single, dark red berry. "It's called a Mara des Bois. It tastes like... memories." I didn't take the fruit from her hand. Instead, I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, pulling her hand toward me. The heat radiating off her was intoxicating, her skin slightly slick with the sweat from working under the scorching sun. I leaned down until I could taste the berry and the damp heat of her skin at the same time. I didn't look at the fruit. I looked at her. "You're right," I murmured, my voice dropping an octave as her breath hitched. I traced the damp line of her wrist with my thumb. "It's dangerously sweet."