"Could'a c'me in too y'know" - cont'd.
❝Hm. I could'a.❞ The slightest hint of quiet affection crept into Law's voice as he crouched there on the floor beside her, gold eyes glinting with the lighthearted tease when the shift brought Leanne nearly nose to nose to him.
Done with their meticulous work on flaxen locks, his fingers trailed to Le's neck as he propped himself by the elbow against the ledge beside her. They kneaded taut muscle at the base of the witch's skull while he continued in a low murmur. ❝But then we'd both be falling asleep in there. Next time,❞ he promised.













