Aurora's POV
I bit my lip, the playful atmosphere suddenly feeling charged with something else. The air in the room seemed to thicken, making every breath I took feel heavy. I leaned in just a little closer, the alcohol giving me a reckless sort of courage.
"Okay," I whispered, my heart rate picking up. "One: I used to practice ballet when I was a child. Two: I've never been kissed. Three: I'm secretly terrified of werewolves."
Oliver's eyes darkened, tracking the movement of my lips. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he set the bottle down and crawled an inch closer on the carpet, his large frame casting a shadow over me.
"The second one," he rasped, his voice vibrating through the floor. "That you've never been kissed. That's the lie."
"How do you know?" I challenged, my voice barely audible.
"Because," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth again, "it would be a sin for the world to have ignored those lips for this long."
