i've been drinking alone

I'm not beaten by this yet

Change her mind? Hell no.

Ingrid trembled as his thumb moved over her jawline.
“So, Priestess, it appears you want to be in charge here.”
He put a hand to the small of her back, but she hardly had time to register it because the next moment he was kissing her and taking the both of them into the room. The door closed with a click.

Ingrid moved her hand from his shoulder to behind his head to deepen the kiss, pushing herself up on her tiptoes because, well, the fucking height difference. If he went along with it, she kissed him for a few moments longer before breaking it.

"Wow. You've practiced kissing a lot, huh? You could probably start a school," she said with a grin. "So wall? Bed? Floor? I can't be in charge the whole time, you know."

You can't tell me to regret