donnacha hates how his gaze shifts from her eyes to her lips as she bites it, hates how hearing his name come from them makes him feel. she's a giant thorn in his side that he's stuck with for the rest of his life ( and how he wishes he was just being dramatic about it all ). don ignores her question, eyes flicking back to meet hers. "and how many times do you tell yourself that before you sleep?" he asks, his voice quieter than it's been, the hint of a smile appearing. it's not like he's deflecting, but he is. "maybe i'm just basing it off of past behaviors," he replies, all too smug to be just as tempted as she is to give in to her. donnacha can't see for sure, but he knows their closeness has a similar effect on mor, it has to. don lets her lead his hands, his breathing becoming shakier than it normally is when he's around her. his lips spread into a smile, and he knows that this is as much for her as it is for him. he decides to take his time moving down her hips, and it's agonizing for him because he'd rather be doing this somewhere more private. but he has to tell himself that this all just a test. "you think you know so much," he whispers, looking at her with heat in his eyes. she does though, and he hates how she knows him. donnacha's lips press together as his hands move to cup her thighs, easily picking her up and placing her on the railing behind them. there's still barely any space between the two of them as one of his hands reach up to cup her cheek, his hand resting on the soft skin of her cheek. "but i'm going to prove you wrong," he tells her with a smile. there's just the right amount of space between them for their lips to connect if one of them moves forward only slightly, but don's determined for it not to be him just yet.