Benedict’s hand clenched by his side, still tingling where it had touched her. He wished she’d let him do more. It was so romantic out here in the darkness; the cool breeze rustling through the trees and the moonlight showing faintly through cloud. They were completely alone, and it felt like the sort of night where anything could happen. It was a pity that Tamsin didn’t seem to feel the same way.

Lie to me: Deception: Book Two