“Of course,” he says, grin still playing at his lips. He is tempted — VERY
tempted to end the silly charade, but for the sake of the game, he keeps it
up. His grin WIDENS before he sobers his expression. “Well….” he stops
and acts as though he is thinking over proper thanks. “Well, my lady. If it
isn’t too much to ask, I think a KISS would be suitable payment.”
“ do you now? “ lines have BLURRED and she’s no longer certain who has ensnared who in this scenario—- their fate, as ever always, an incomprehensible tangle of brimming DEVOTION. palms trail upwards to the nape of his neck, digits marveling at the texture of the ends of his hair, as petal pink lips brush a lingering caress upon his cheek. “ —- like that? “
