She turned around to go back inside, but Portia grabbed her shoulder with an iron grip, damned if she would let go.
Nadia backed her up against the railing, head tipped three stories high above the ground and kissed her there. It was a peculiar kind of death. She kissed her so deeply Portia thought she was falling. She wouldn't have survived. She was very tempted. Nadia kissed above her lip and the underside of her tiny upturned nose the way she'd always wanted to do. It was the most natural thing. She kissed her, slipped her tongue into her mouth once, then twice while looking into her eyes.