RIFT HEART ||18+

Aaron stood there in all his brooding, morning-after glory. He was wrapped in a single towel slung dangerously low on his hips. Steam still clung to his skin, and stray droplets of water traced paths down his chest, highlighting muscles that were far more defined-and frankly, distracting-than I had initially realized. I felt a wave of lightheadedness.

I forced my eyes away from the view, staring up into his face. For once, he didn't look exhausted; he looked merely curious. A single drop of water sat on the bridge of his straight nose, and he had the audacity to possess long, thick eyelashes that I would have traded my soul for.

"What?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Can I kiss you?"

The words just... fell out. My brain had clearly decided to go on a spontaneous vacation. He arched a singular, dark brow, his expression shifting from curiosity to pure amusement. I slapped a hand over my mouth, my face turning a shade of red that rivaled a volcanic eruption.

***

She was tasked to be his downfall, a spy for her own government, she wasn't supposed to want him-yet with every heartbeat the line between desire and duty blurs.