Oh, how Salazar wished he wasn't so hungover. Not because he was tired of feeling like rubbish, but because the kiss would have been so much sweeter if his head wasn't pounding the entire time. He still enjoyed it, though. Very much so, in fact, and he wanted to do it many more times.
When she pulled away, Salazar had a big grin on his face. "I hope you know that now that you did it once, I expect you to do it again and again," he laughed. "I think you should know that I've been wanting to do that for days." He stopped speaking suddenly, when a thought crossed his mind. Was Salazar supposed to ask permission from someone to spend time with Megan like this? He and Fleur hadn't covered that topic when they hair their conversation. Salazar wasn't the type to need permission from someone to do something, but the last time he spent time with a girl without her father's permission, things didn't end well. But Megan's father wasn't here. Instead of worrying about it, he just decided to ask. "Am I supposed to get someone's permission for this?" He was really hoping she said no. "I'm still unclear as to how romances work in the modern era."