Chapter 19Once back in their room, Midnight faced Tresilian.
“I’m sorry for deceiving you—” Midnight began his apology, but it was cut short when Tresilian pressed his lips against Midnight’s.
“No apology necessary. It was an effective ploy, and one the Atlanteans couldn’t dispute, either.” Tresilian shrugged. “Voltaire was treading on dangerous ground. But it’s in his nature. Now, I think you should lie down for a while.”
“Will you lie with me?” Midnight asked, and Tresilian’s smile made Midnight’s stomach flutter.
“I think I can do that. Do I need to remain dressed?”
“Not at all. Naked would be much better.” Although his cheeks burned with the force of his blush, Midnight wanted to show he was not just a willing participant in their love play, but an active one.
Since Midnight was
