I'm sharing a bit from The Sorcerer's Guardian this weekend, and I thought I would give you Loriot and Savarin's first kiss. They've just gotten the last room left in an inn after racing there trying to arrive before a bad storm broke. They didn't, and it's pretty much Savarin's fault. They're a bit annoyed with each other, shall we say?
"You arrogant, smug—”
Loriot had no idea which of them moved first. Maybe they moved together; he didn’t know. What he did know was that one second Savarin was hurling a litany of insults at him and the next they were kissing. Only kissing was too tame a word for what they were doing.
He and Savarin were devouring each other.