Kelsey Impicciche

“Eyes up here, love.”

“Don’t you go falling for me too,” Raiden said.

They stood so close together. Close enough to stab him. And yet too close to breathe.

“I’m proud of you,” he said.

He was unavoidably beautiful. Dangerously so.

but she smiled at him. A true, honest smile. Raiden’s expression slid off his face as he looked at her, and Celeste’s grin faltered.

She tapped him again. Two knocks. A knowing smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

As if he were the moon and she were the helpless tide.

All her attention was on her opponent, and he looked at her as though there was no one else.

“You’d separate a wife from her husband on this sacred day?” Raiden said.

Both the constable and Celeste stopped cold.