Page 10 of Dragon’s Flame (Dragon Prince of the Other Worlds #8)

KENNA

K enna couldn’t stop smiling as they drove down Ocean Street toward Cliff’s hotel, and he couldn’t keep his eyes—or free hand—off her.

They were both giddy and stupid, and Kenna was just buzzed enough to let herself revel in it. For the first time in forever, she felt young.

Alive.

For so long during her recovery, “living” had just been survival. A day-to-day grind of surgeries, physical therapy, and learning how to be in her own skin again. It had taken years to claw her way back to something resembling normal.

But now?

She was excited. She was living . And when Cliff’s hand slid a slow line up her leg, she didn’t stop him.

They pulled into the hotel parking lot, and before she could unbuckle her seatbelt, Cliff leaned over and kissed her.

What started as a sweet press of his lips quickly became a mess of hands, mouths, and heat.

They fell apart and came back together in the car, then outside of it, pressed against the door.

They made out their way up the stairs and then down the hallway, stumbling, laughing, until they stood together in front of a door.

Cliff pulled his keycard out at once, tapped it to the lock, and while she wasn’t precisely sure how they were going to spend the next four to six hours, her enjoying it felt inevitable.