“Oh of course, we’ll blame it on me.” he said and tipped his head to eye her properly. “In fear of stroking your ego, I won’t tell you how beautiful you are right now.”
“You’re easy to blame, what can I say?” She smirked, as she eyed him back. “Well, I wouldn’t ask you to compliment my beauty, seeing as I don’t fall prey to often empty comments made by the male gender in order to pull a girl into their willing arms for only a few nights of meaningless fun.” Lydia stopped herself, before moving a strand of hair from her face. “However, if you want to compliment me, feel free to. You’re obviously not like the rest.”









