" Emil on top of me, his breath heavy on my neck. As our eyes met and held, the playfulness turned into something else entirely, something with a lot more heat. Emil leaned in, barely brushing his lips against my own he whispered, “We were good at this then too.”
As his soft lips met mine, my entire body felt molten—liquid and hot, moving seamlessly with his. "

― Angela Corbett , Eternal Starling (Emblem of Eternity, #1)