Sneak peek

Elaine kisses like she fights - decisive and eager. The booze doesn't dampen her expertise in the slightest, and you follow her lead, parting your lips when her tongue nudges at them. Her hands cradle your face while yours tangle in her hair, messing up your good work. She tastes, clashingly, of herb-bitter medicine and sweet wine; with your eyes closed the room starts spinning again but her mouth is there to anchor you, the buzz she offers a kind of dizzy you could crave again and again.