He smelled like gunpowder and the sea and he was everywhere, shifting closer across the leaves, his other arm snaking around Peter's waist, the iron claw pressed flat between his shoulder blades. Hook's lips were dry, and he tasted like salt and sweet wine. He could only seem to breathe in, breathe Hook in deeper. The caress of Hook's fingertips under his chin made his pulse catch, his throat flushing, shoulders tightening. He took Peter's chin in his hand, his fingers calloused but gentle, and kissed him.Įverything in the world grew quiet and Peter's body grew loud. Hook's hair was tangled around his face like a lion's mane and his eyes were painfully clear, all teasing and mirth gone from his mouth. Emma Scott See more on GoodReads Popular quotes
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