Katherine tiptoed on until she stood close enough to touch him. It was a balancing act - a dance - not to endanger the black carpet formed by those delicate feathers. "Well, I am naturally radiant, my darling," she said with a flat cockiness in her voice that hid its true origin. Katherine loved to play cocky and indulged in it with carelessness.
Her fingers traced through his hair as she glanced at the book that had captured his attention before. "What are you reading?"