i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Flora titters, the sound bright and a little wicked, and bounces her brows at him with theatrical confidence as she tosses her hair. "Please, she says lightly, "I never need to win a fight. Not when i'm always right." The grin that follows is pure mischief, and when she looks up at him again it softens into something warmer as she chuckles. "Well, Asta can check and see if he's been punished enough when I get done with him."
Flora breathes out an inward sigh of relief as Danta accepts the lie without pushing, already filing away a mental note to warn Kai exactly how much of this mess is on him, then laughs again when the Maverick preens, the affection easy as she steps out from between his knees to rescue her glass and downs the rest of the drink in one dizzy, watermelon-heavy gulp. She barely has time to swallow before his last comment lands, drawing a sharp inhale that turns into laughter instead of a choke, and she bites at her lower lip to rein in her smile as she flutters her lashes at him. "Gods," she says, gushing without shame, "you don’t know the half of it. He’s very good." And no, dear readers, the ring on her finger doesn't heat up even a little.
Flora breathes out an inward sigh of relief as Danta accepts the lie without pushing, already filing away a mental note to warn Kai exactly how much of this mess is on him, then laughs again when the Maverick preens, the affection easy as she steps out from between his knees to rescue her glass and downs the rest of the drink in one dizzy, watermelon-heavy gulp. She barely has time to swallow before his last comment lands, drawing a sharp inhale that turns into laughter instead of a choke, and she bites at her lower lip to rein in her smile as she flutters her lashes at him. "Gods," she says, gushing without shame, "you don’t know the half of it. He’s very good." And no, dear readers, the ring on her finger doesn't heat up even a little.
