Re: Lucy & Jaimeson
A warm chuckle left him at her words, shaking his head. "I'll be sure to have a talk with her later," he promised her. His mind was clearing so that they could make it back home without incident.
Once they were standing in the entryway, he bent his head in to whisper into her ear. "Tell me what an arsehole I am, tell me how terrible I am," he begged her in that silky voice, his nose nuzzling along the shell of her ear. Hands were already snaking around that dress, pressing against her lower back.