Glorious— no one, no boy had ever called her that before, and Lyra loved it. The passion in it, and the passion in his kiss, Lyra struggled away to put her bottle down and was back with a vengeance to kiss him again, squeezing her thighs around his body.
"Eh," she said, breathing harder when she broke the kiss but still trying to mimic the casual way he'd said it earlier. "Well you're my boyfriend, I gotta look out for ya."