"Always," Terrence said, grin widening even more. It was good, that she still couldn't always predict him, or vice versa, even after they'd traded parts of their souls.
He started to laugh when she came after him, lowering his head to charge towards her, letting the pillows hit him. He didn't even swipe at her in return, but made a grab for her like he was going in for a tackle, trying to get his arms around her waist, his shoulder aiming for her stomach.
It was really tempting to throw her over his shoulder and carry her (possibly kicking and screaming) to the bedroom like that. Kissing her hadn't only been a tactical move to distract her, after all.