amun
Grinning as Maea cupped his cheeks, Amun lifted his own hands to rest them on top of hers. "I would hope so. After all, I'm always right, remember? I thought you were supposed to remind me of that, not the other way around." Chuckling, he lowered her hands and used them to spin her around.
Releasing her, he slowly pushed her towards the door. "Now, while this incredibly pleasant, and we should do it more often, I am a hard-working businessman, you understand. Not some lazy git. Pots don't just make themselves, you know." Gently, but insistently, he would shoo her from his shop, a grin on his face all the while.
Releasing her, he slowly pushed her towards the door. "Now, while this incredibly pleasant, and we should do it more often, I am a hard-working businessman, you understand. Not some lazy git. Pots don't just make themselves, you know." Gently, but insistently, he would shoo her from his shop, a grin on his face all the while.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
