Was he teasing her? She was pretty sure he was and that earned him an eye roll as well as a finger jab to his chest. “Really? You be patient?” She knew he could be, otherwise he wouldn’t have kept telling her he’d wait for her to come to him. Even if it was supposed to be a century, wasn’t it? But it was such a contrast to the man who flew off the handle at the slightest insult. Well maybe they weren’t really all that small, but still!
“I’m not exactly sure what you even mean by giving up control.” She was toying with his shirt again, like she had the other week, but there was none of that uncertainty as she’d had then. No, instead she was arching a brow challengingly at him. Because part of their dance was definitely that she was supposed to push his buttons and suddenly there were a whole bunch of rather interesting options available for her to play with.
“I might need an example. A non-talky one. Show is much more helpful than all that tell.”
She was pretty sure this was what playing with fire felt like.