The white sheep of the family
Laughing, Loren winked at Weaver. "Don't worry. I'll let you take it out of my hide later." He spoke in a heated whisper, and his expression was more than a bit smug.
Grinning wickedly, he nudged her with his hip. "You have heard the expression be careful what you wish for, right?" His tone was teasing, and he gave her a pointed look, as if threatening to do exactly what she asked.
Pleased at her compliment, he raised his eyebrows at her. "Dare I ask what else you like about me?" Then his lips twitched with amusement. "Besides what you already told me, of course."
Shaking his head at her words, he moved towards her. "Honestly, I'm just excited at the prospect of seeing your room. Assuming it means what I think it means." Eagerly, he let her lead him to the bed, capturing her lips once more as she pulled him in.
Grinning wickedly, he nudged her with his hip. "You have heard the expression be careful what you wish for, right?" His tone was teasing, and he gave her a pointed look, as if threatening to do exactly what she asked.
Pleased at her compliment, he raised his eyebrows at her. "Dare I ask what else you like about me?" Then his lips twitched with amusement. "Besides what you already told me, of course."
Shaking his head at her words, he moved towards her. "Honestly, I'm just excited at the prospect of seeing your room. Assuming it means what I think it means." Eagerly, he let her lead him to the bed, capturing her lips once more as she pulled him in.
Will blood tell
