"Huh? Why not?"
Arthur gazed at her dully. "Because I don't want to seem easy. Besides, my first wife would kill you if she heard about this."
Arthur tried to dismount the horse, but she gripped him tightly, her breathing becoming uneven. "Does it look like I care? Let's do it."
Arthur's expression flickered with surprise for a brief second.
"That was really hot," he murmured unintentionally.
Eliya's cheeks flushed crimson, and without hesitating, she kissed him again, causing Arthur, who wasn't well-balanced, to topple to the ground.
She pulled back, panting, her hand drifting to the buttons of his military-style uniform. "Just make me your concubine, slave, or whatever, but please date me. I don't want to be alone anymore."
'She's truly a lonely soul,' Arthur thought, puzzled at how someone so gorgeous could feel alone.
But he already understood why.
Eliya was a woman with an impossibly specific type.
And it just so happened that he matched every single one.
