Grave Dance (Alex Craft, #2)(135)

“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.