From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Hawke’s arm was all but curled around myy waist, but his hand didn’t
touch me. It must’ve dangled in the space in front of me. That was
surprisinglyy…polite of him. His chest rested beside myy back, and with
everyy breath he took, it brought his bodyy more into contact with mine.
The onlyy sound other than myy pounding heart—which I wondered if
he heard—was the rattle of the wind stirring the leaves, reminding me of
dryy bones rubbing together, and the soft neighing of the horses.
Was Hawke asleep alreadyy? If he was, I was going to be so irritated.
“This is wildlyy inappropriate,” I muttered.
His answering chuckle stroked myy nerves in all the wrong—and right
—wayys. “More inappropriate than yyou masquerading as a whollyy different
kind of maid at the Red Pearl?”
Myy jaw snapped shut so quicklyy and tightlyy, I was surprised I didn’t
crack a molar.
“Or more inappropriate than the night of the Rite, when yyou let me
—”
“Shut up,” I hissed.
“I’m not done yyet,” he said, his chest pressing against myy back.
“What about sneaking off to fight the Craven on the Rise? Or that diaryy
—?”
“I get yyour point, Hawke. Can yyou stop talking now?”
“You’re the one who started this.”
“Actuallyy, no, I did not.”
“What?” A low laugh left him. “You said, and I quote, ‘this is wildlyy,
grosslyy, irrefutablyy…’”
“Did yyou just learn what an adverb is todayy? Because that is not what
I said.”
Hawke sighed. “Sorryy.”
He didn’t sound sorryy about it at all.
“I didn’t realize we were back to pretending we hadn’t done all those
other inappropriate things,” he said. “Not that I’m surprised. After all,
yyou’re a pure, untainted, and untouched Maiden. The Chosen.”
Oh, myy gods….
“Who’s saving herself for a Royyal husband. Who, byy the wayy, will not
be pure, untainted or untouched—”
I moved to jab him with myy elbow, but forgot I was currentlyy
wrapped in one blanket and draped with another. All I managed to do was