“Really?” Lavender asked excitedly. It seemed hard to imagine that Fleur had missed her as much as she’d missed Fleur. She was so sophisticated and such that it seemed unlikely she would have the same reaction as the hormonal teenager. She smiled sweetly at Fleur. “Did you think about me while you were home?” she cooed girlishly, batting her eyelashes.
“I wish my mum would have let me go this time. But since I really couldn’t tell her why, and the Versace show is next break, I really couldn’t,” she pouted. “Did you have fun at home? What did you do?”
Lavender murmured happily against her lips. Lightly, her tongue brushed Fleur’s as she tried to entice her to deepen the kiss even more.
“You changed without me,” she spoke into the kiss. “And you didn’t even pour me some wine,” Lavender pouted teasingly.