Butterfly kisses against the otherās cheeks
āJust hold still, will you?ā
āI will if youāll tell me what youāre doing!ā
Alistair ignored her demand, capturing her face between his large hands, effectively pinning her where she was between him and the gatehouse wall. Well, at least no one can see us here, Lorna thought to herself. The last thing she needed was the Inquisition set alight with rumors about the Inquisitor and Warden Alistair, even if he was doing them no favors with his playful attitude.
He leaned in close to her, pausing when she tensed, and chuckled.
āIām not going to eat you,ā he promised. āYou wanted to know what a butterfly kiss was. Iām going to show you.ā
āCanāt you just tell me instead?ā
His grin was sinfully handsome, even she had to admit that.
āItās more fun this way.ā
āYouāre doing nothing for my reputation,ā she griped, stiffening as he once again bent down to her, braced for his lips somewhere on her person.
Instead, his hair poked her in the eye, sending a stream of tears down one cheek as he very carefully fluttered his eyelashes against her skin for several moments. Blinking wildly, she raised a hand to wipe her eye as he straightened up.
āThat ... was not as romantic as I was expecting it to be.ā
[Help me set Lorna up with someone!]