Chapter 51

I gazed up at Griff, the pulse in my throat fluttering like the wings of a trapped butterfly. Every inch of my skin thrummed with anticipation of his kiss, even though I hadn’t yet said yes.

“Please.” He drew even closer, his full lips inches away from mine. “If we had more time, I wouldn’t press, but this could be our last chance.”

His cedar and woodsmoke scent filled my senses, and his warm breath caressed my skin. I whispered, “All right.”

Griff closed the distance between us and threaded his fingers through my hair, sending tingles across my scalp. He placed a soft kiss on the left corner of my mouth, and then the right.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice breathy.

“Committing this moment to memory.” He drew back, his eyes meeting mine.

Normally, I would lose myself in his amber irises and marvel at the way the dim light illuminated his angular features. The desperation in his eyes was as though this would be our last moment together before we spent the rest of our afterlives