Her heart was thundering in her ears, louder than any sounds of battle, louder than words or thoughts or deeds. It was that sound that underscored every movement, every second of the kiss, like music under the swelling tide of emotions. This was right and so very, very wrong, and perfection and damnation all at once. When Arthur pulled away, Lexi held herself still, eyes still closed, breath a ragged beat.
"I'm sorry," she rasped, fingers curling into his shirt, almost pulling away before she realized she couldn't have even if she'd wanted to. "God, I feel like I've wanted to do that forever."