This. Was. Not. On. Planting her hands on his chest, Mory pushed him away and then retreated under the covers. Merlin be damned, she was not going to be kissing Dominic Abbott, even if these weren't technically her own lips right now. Hestia Jones couldn't possibly want this much affection while pregnant, she was barely into her second trimester. Mory had been sick as a dog and, according to Hestia, so had she. Men!

"You're trying to get sick!" she accused from under the blankets, huffing angrily and searching for more things to say. "If you want time off work, go get your own excuse!"