The carriage began to move smoothly as the wheels rattled over the cobblestone path leading out of the castle grounds.
Freya sat directly beside him, pressing her thigh lightly against his.
She leaned her head against his shoulder without asking, "You look tense."
Brandon turned his head slightly toward her, "Miss Freya-"
But before he could speak any further, Freya lifted her hand and gently pressed a single finger against his lips.
"Just call me by my name. Drop the honorifics."
She traced the line of his lower lip with the pad of her finger in a slow, teasing caress.
"I think we've moved past formalities, don't you?"
"Freya."
A satisfied smile bloomed across her face, and she slowly lowered her finger from his lips, only to trail it down along his jawline instead.
"There. Wasn't so hard, was it?" She shifted closer, her full breasts pressing more firmly against his arm as she tilted her head. "Say it again."
Brandon let out a chuckle, shaking his head.
