“Alexis,” he whispered. Then he kissed me, his lips taking possession of mine as if everything that hadn’t been said could be passed through our lips, tongues, breath.
“Wow,” Hol y whispered behind me, and I heard Caleb clear his throat.
I didn’t care. I returned that kiss. Savoring the press of his mouth, the taste of him. And knowing that this kiss was good-bye.
“Knight,” the queen cal ed from beyond the door, and Falin broke off the kiss.
But he didn’t pul back. Not yet. His lips pressed a smile against mine, and he said, “Don’t you dare throw out my toothbrush.”
Then he was gone.