"Oh, I can see that. You're positively breaking a sweat." She reached to brush dark fringe off his forehead, shaking her head fondly.
And then he moved in; how did he do it? How could those eyes and that smile turn her into a puddle of jelly? "Perfectly," she agreed, barely a breath. Her fingers curled through his hair as she moved, bringing their lips together, the faintest bit of contact. "Reasonable," she whispered, and her other hand slid around his waist.