Chapter 82: The Worse... and Yet
"So?" Ethan whispered against her ear, his breath warm enough to make her shiver. "What's your answer?"
Lirael bit her lip, eyes darting away. "I-It… wasn't that bad."
A slow grin spread across his face. "Not bad, huh? Then you won't mind another one?"
Her eyes widened. "W-What do you mean… another one? No more…" Her voice trailed off, but the faint glimmer in her eyes betrayed her words.
Ethan chuckled softly. He leaned back, shifting position. With surprising ease, he lifted her and set her down across his folded leg, his other leg stretched out casually on the bed. One arm steadied her by the waist, while his other hand cupped her face gently, tilting it up toward his. Looking straight in her eyes.
"I mean exactly what I said." His gaze held hers, steady, amused but patient. Then, before she could react, he drew her closer and pressed his lips to hers again.
