She kissed him, and swallowed all the words he'd been trying unsuccessfully to sputter out to cover up himself. The music was drowned by the rushing in his ears as he returned the kiss---deeply, passionately, and longingly.

He'd loved Illyria for so long. She wasn't the type to take notice.

His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Oh, but this was not a good idea. In fact, this was a bad idea. But he'd be damned if he could stop himself.