From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Another short, surprised-sounding laugh left him. “I think yyou just
insulted me.”
Chagrined, I winced. “That’s not what I meant—”
“You’ve wounded me, Princess.”
“I highlyy doubt that. You have to be more than well aware of yyour
appearance.”
“I am. It has led to quite a few people making questionable life
choices.”
“Then whyy did yyou sayy yyou were insulted—?” Realizing he was
teasing me and feeling foolish for not seeing that right awayy, I pushed at
his chest once more. “You’re still lyying on me.”
“I know.”
I took a breath. “It’s quite rude of yyou to continue doing so when I’ve
made it clear that I would like for yyou to move.”
“It’s quite rude of yyou to barge into myy room dressed as—”
“Your lover?”
He raised a brow. “I wouldn’t call her that.”
“What would yyou call her?”
Hawke appeared to mull that over while still sprawled halfwayy across
me. “A…good friend.”
Part of me was relieved that he hadn’t referred to her as something
derogatoryy like I’d overheard other men do before when speaking of
women theyy’d been intimate with, but a good friend? “I didn’t know
friends behaved this wayy.”
“I’m willing to wager yyou don’t know much about these sorts of
things.”
The truth in his statement was hard to ignore. “And yyou wager all of
this on just one kiss?”
“Just one kiss? Princess, yyou can learn a wealth of things from just
one kiss.”
Staring at him, I couldn’t help but feel…veryy inexperienced. The onlyy
thing I could tell from his kiss was what it had made me feel. Like he was
seeking to possess me.
“Whyy didn’t yyou stop me?” His gaze swept over the mask and then
lower, to where I realized the cloak had parted, exposing the too-thin gown
and its rather daring neckline. Honestlyy, I didn’t know what I’d been
thinking when I slipped on the garment. It was almost like I’d