Grace finds herself eavesdropping on a conversation between the prince and Dar.
“Were you intimate with her?” William asked.
“No,” Dar said, his voice quiet again.
“You didn’t touch her at all?”
Grace remembered their kisses in the greenhouse, the masquerade ball, the vineyard, her stables, how they set her skin on fire, how they both wanted more, but they struggled not to go there. She had never felt like that before, and after a few months, she’d wake up and realize she’d been dreaming about him, about that line they never crossed.
~Promising Light, Book One of the series