Cynthia POV
The room was bathed in the soft glow of a dim lamp as the night pressed against the windows. I sat on the plush sofa, my heart pounding in my chest at the question he asked. Sinacore sat beside me, his green eyes locked onto mine, they almost glowed in the dim living room. He knew my answer before the words left my mouth.
He moved closer, slower now than the first time, as if he was scared and I'd change my mind and run. His lips brushed against my forehead in a gesture so tender it sent shivers down my spine.
For a moment, I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss. I placed my right hand on his chest and felt the soft beat of his heart. Then I looked at him and pressed my lips to his. He recoiled slightly, startled by my sudden impulse, but followed my lead quickly enough. We were both hungry for each other, our tongues exploring each other's.