The world around them seemed to fade the moment their lips touched.
The kiss lingered. It was slow and searching, as if they both were afraid to break the fragile peace they had finally found.
The air between them was thick, filled with everything they hadn't said, everything they had felt in the hours since the ball. All the anger and frustration—and jealousy.
Leofric slowly detached his lips from the kiss, eliciting a groan of disapproval from Isabella as her eyes shot open, "Why did you stop?"
"Do you trust me?" Leofric asked, his voice a little rough from the brief moment of shared passion.
"Why are you asking me that now?" She asked, voice equally rough. She tried to reconnect their lips, but Leofric gently grabbed her shoulders before she could execute her plan. Damn the man and his poor timing!
"I am asking because I want to know if you trust me. So, do you trust me, Isabella?"
