The white sheep of the family
Shaking his head at Weaver, Loren's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Not you. You've been wonderful." As she brought up others' worries, he snorted. "I don't think that's it at all." Tone wry, he just shrugged.
When her hand touched his cheek his breath hitched for a moment. However, he leaned into the touch a bit, bringing his own hand up to cover hers. When she kissed him, he kissed back, though it was soft and gentle, merely brushing his lips against hers, not asking for anything more.
Letting her pull away, he licked his lips slightly. Cheeks coloring, he sipped from his cider as she brought up the latest experimental drink. "I'm not sure I'm the best person to help you with your ingredients, but I can certainly lend you an extra pair of hands. And lips if needed. All I can suggest is that you might want to add something sweet to balance out the mint" He grinned faintly, which widened when she mentioned she would make him her favorite drink. "Looking forward to it."
Letting out a huff of laughter, he held up his hand to show that no further poking was imminent. "Fine. I'll let you finish your drink first." He spoke as if he was granting her some huge favor, though the smirk on his lips ruined the image a bit.
It turned into a more genuine smile as she spoke. "Thanks. Don't worry, I won't ruin the moment by asking how soon is soon enough." Although it wasn't his strong suit, he could be patient when it really mattered.
When her hand touched his cheek his breath hitched for a moment. However, he leaned into the touch a bit, bringing his own hand up to cover hers. When she kissed him, he kissed back, though it was soft and gentle, merely brushing his lips against hers, not asking for anything more.
Letting her pull away, he licked his lips slightly. Cheeks coloring, he sipped from his cider as she brought up the latest experimental drink. "I'm not sure I'm the best person to help you with your ingredients, but I can certainly lend you an extra pair of hands. And lips if needed. All I can suggest is that you might want to add something sweet to balance out the mint" He grinned faintly, which widened when she mentioned she would make him her favorite drink. "Looking forward to it."
Letting out a huff of laughter, he held up his hand to show that no further poking was imminent. "Fine. I'll let you finish your drink first." He spoke as if he was granting her some huge favor, though the smirk on his lips ruined the image a bit.
It turned into a more genuine smile as she spoke. "Thanks. Don't worry, I won't ruin the moment by asking how soon is soon enough." Although it wasn't his strong suit, he could be patient when it really mattered.
Will blood tell
