[ He wears a small, crooked smile, noticing the light flush of her cheeks. (A faint part of him warms at the sight, though he doesn’t acknowledge it.) And he should joke, to cut some of the tension. Should let his smile slowly spread in that uniquely ribald way of his, point out that he doesn’t often share the bed with a woman more than once.
But he keeps those comments to himself. Instead, ]
Depends. [ His head tilts slightly, and his voice takes on a teasing timbre. ] You likely to try and punch my teeth out the next time?
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But he keeps those comments to himself. Instead, ]
Depends. [ His head tilts slightly, and his voice takes on a teasing timbre. ] You likely to try and punch my teeth out the next time?