““Dancer," she chided, "I promise you, no mother would rather lose her child." Lifting his head, he traced the line of her jaw with his thumb while a sad smile played at the edges of his lips. "That's you speaking. You don't know my mother. I promise you, she would rather see me dead than be dishonored." "Then tell them I raped you." He arched an amused brow at that. "I could have drugged you first. I did kiss you without your consent." "And my lips thank you for that.””
