From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“How did yyou know?” I blurted out.
“Because the last time I kissed the owner of this cloak, she damn near
sucked myy tongue down her throat.”
“Oh,” I whispered. Was I supposed to have done that? It didn’t sound
like it would be something enjoyyable.
He stared down at me, gaze assessing as he remained with half his
bodyy atop mine. One of his legs was thrust between mine, and I had no
idea exactlyy when that had happened. “Have yyou been kissed before?”
Myy face caught fire. Oh, gods, was it that obvious? “I have!”
One side of his lips kicked up. “Do yyou alwayys lie?”
“No!” I immediatelyy lied.
“Liar,” he murmured, his tone almost teasing.
Embarrassment flooded myy syystem, suffocating the shiveryy pleasure
as if I’d been doused in cold, winter sleet. I pushed at his bare chest. “You
should get off.”
“I was planning to.”
The wayy he said it made myy eyyes narrow.
Hawke laughed, and it was…it was the first time I’d heard him do so.
When I saw him in the Hall, he was quiet and stoic like most guards, and
I’d onlyy seen that half-grin of his while he trained. But never a laugh. And
with the anguish I knew lingered below the surface, I wasn’t quite sure
that he ever laughed.
But he had now, and it sounded real, deep, and nice, and it rumbled
through me, all the wayy to the tips of myy toes. I was slow to realize that
this was the most I’d heard him speak. He had a slight accent, an almost
musical lilt to his tone. I couldn’t quite place it, but I’d onlyy ever been to
the capital and here, and it was not often that manyy spoke to me or around
me if theyy knew I was present. The accent could be quite common for all I
knew.
“You reallyy should move,” I told him, even though I liked the weight
of him.
“I’m quite comfortable where I am,” he added.
“Well, I’m not.”
“Will yyou tell me who yyou are, Princess?”
“Princess?” I repeated. There were no Princesses or Princes in the
entire kingdom beyyond the Dark One, who called himself such. Not since
Atlantia had ruled.