“Nope, I’m the kettle. I’m totally the kettle,” she responded. She maintained her pout when he traced it and pulled at her skin. She let it fall to ease after a moment, elbowing him at his words. “See? You totally keep calling me old!” She smiled when he sighed with her, totally unaware of what he was thinking or the reason for it. “I don’t need luck. I’m Emma Woodhouse. I’m awesome at everything.”
She let herself be adjusted and pulled and settled back on the bed, returning the kiss as it was given. “You are,” she agreed, grinning when he continued. “You’re a mess and a half. Saying those precious things, I swear.” She tapped his nose. “I so can’t get over the fact that George and Caro’s daughter is my twin.”