"No, I'm lucky because I'm about to kiss the lips of a beautiful, sexy, and talented woman."
Rebecca's eyes widened slightly at my words. She tilted her head as she sheathed her sword fully, strands of hair cascading over her cheek to hide her blush. The corners of her lips trembled, first with what seemed like a disdainful glance, then replaced by an involuntary flush.
"Shut your mouth," she said, her voice sweet but laced with a subtle tremor. "I'm too tired to handle your antics. Go flirt with the woman waiting for you at the manor."
I extended my hand, my fingers brushing her cheek. Her warm skin quivered, as if my touch had stolen her breath mid-exhale. In that moment, I saw two things in her eyes: a genuine fear and a desire she was desperately trying to conceal.
"I wasn't joking... But the real question is, Reb. Would you prefer it to be a joke?"
