Leaning on the inside of my hotel room door, I buried my palm on my chest and hyperventilated. Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit. Drezden had kissed me. Kissed me. Holy fucking shit. Reaching up, I dragged my fingers over my lips. His taste remained; cinnamon and tobacco. I should have hated it, but it was exotic and it made my head foggy. He fucking kissed me. Now what was I supposed to do? Every inch of my body was vibrating. Even the backs of my ears felt like someone had run a static roller over them. Waves of heat ricocheted from head to toe, settling into my lower belly until I had to scissor my thighs helplessly. Each time Drezden had gotten close to me, fate had intervened before he could act. The tub, the practice room, outside the car... But this time, he'd gotten a taste in before the elevator could reach our floor and interrupt us. He kissed me! I couldn't get that image out of my head. At my feet, my bag and case lay in a heap. I'd dropped them unceremoniously as soon as I'd escaped Drezden's molten stare.