"Bad Rhane! Bad Rhane!" Jenna tried to elbow his back, "Rhane! Do you mean to parade me like a sack of grain?" She was now slung over Rhane's shoulder with her legs dancing in the air and her hair tangled.
Rhane didn't put her down, instead, he held her closer. "Remember, you have your bottom to my face."
Jenna froze, "And?" Her eyes darted around nervously.
"If you don't stop moving, I'll smack you. Really hard." Rhane informed, his words being very serious. It seemed to have calmed Jenna, and she stopped moving.
"You wouldn't do that," Jenna said with a shaky voice, "Not when you promised to act right."
Rhane laughed softly, "Does a hard smack scare you?" He said, slowly putting Jenna down to stand. Once her feet touched the ground, she wobbled.
"Woah, woah, easy there fawn," Rhane held her steady with his hand on her waist. His eyes fell on Jenna's chest, where her breast was almost spilling out from the dress.
