Today, I'm sharing a snippet of Cathal and Flavian's first kiss in The Artist's Masquerade. Flavian is an artist who is on the run disguised as a woman. Cathal, an overly proper duke's heir, has no idea Flavian is actually a man at this point. This is from Flavian's perspective.
Flavian froze, his mind going utterly blank the instant Cathal’s lips touched his.
Because Cathal was kissing him.
Cathal was kissing him. Flavian never, ever, expected it to happen, or for it to be like this. A passionate, uninhibited kiss with Cathal’s firm body pressing against his, pushing him into the unyielding surface of the door. Who would have thought that a man like Cathal would kiss like that? And for an instant Flavian drowned in it—the feel of Cathal’s smooth lips on his, the firm grip of his hands on Flavian’s waist—as Cathal devoured him.
But then reality came back in a flood. “We can’t do this.”