"You're incorrigible," she giggled, a hand placed over her mouth to hide that blossoming grin. Godric she was already as red as cherries, did he do this on purpose? Were his intentions to make her feel like her face was practically on fire?
Emma shifted one thigh up over the other and leaned forward. Her fingers curled around the edge of the counter to keep her from pitching forward and she chewed lightly on her lower lip as she considered him, hoped he might further close the gap of space between them.
"But very good, even if they aren't lies... you're doing terrible things to my heart, do you usually go about wooing young, unsuspecting shopgirls like this?"