“Mine,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her once more. She smiles lazily, her lips curving against my own. “Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be present today.”
She bows playfully. “As Your Highness commands.”
The title is so delicious I want to lick the words right out of her mouth. But at the risk of ruining my makeup, I refrain. And I don’t look back, lest I lose grip on whatever self control I have left these days.
“I keep grinning, walking backwards to keep my eyes on her. I don’t trust her to fight fair, because I won’t either. ‘Maybe Elane can lick your wounds?’
Evangeline only raised her chin, looking down her nose at me. 'She does, and frequently, jealous?’” - @vaveyard