Taking The Fields By Storm (Open)

It was hard to argue with that. Which is why he wouldn’t; instead, he would change the course of the conversation to something that wouldn’t make him come across as foolish. Or rather, he’d be silly in a different way. ”I came to apologize, not womanize, which you know right well. But I suppose once you decided to tantalize me I decided that the risk of doing something that would scandalize your neighbors was worth it if I got the chance to exercise.” Yes, maybe it was dumb, and yes, maybe she’d claim victory, but the longer he kept this up, the less he’d have to think about the odds they were facing. Survival in this new world was tough, it seemed. Stroking his chin in a feigned thoughtfulness he gazed off to one side to complete the image. ”Hmmmm. Nahhhh doesn’t ring a bell. Don’t worry though. Such a memorable expression nevertheless seems appropriate.” He was particularly proud of that last statement, though it was a lot more subtle than their previous attempts. As she mentioned the usual pre-courtship rituals people usually engaged in, he immediately responded in as vapid a tone as he could manage. ”But you didn’t take me to dinner first!” Even he was surprised by how shallow it sounded, and he chuckled and continued in his regular voice. ”Can’t say I mind skipping straight to dinner.” When she brought up the broken bone that had gotten them into this situation to begin with, he tilted his head to one side—a rather birdlike motion—and grinned. ”Ah. I see. So you’re boning me in return, then?” Again, his wit pulled through for him; he wasn’t good at a lot of things, but turning phrases was always something he’d been good at. He had to be, to get one over on the people he regularly came into contact with. As she pulled away, he growled deep in his throat and his arms tightened for just a moment, hugging her close. Still, he let her go, hard as it was; as they stared into each other’s eyes, he was slightly ashamed and very surprised to find himself panting somewhat. This was the most action he’d gotten in years—close to a decade, even—and having it denied to him at the last moment was almost more than he could bear. In fact, this was worse than not kissing her to begin with. Before he just was imagining: now that he’d had a taste, he was becoming downright insatiable. koel ambray Taking the path of most resistance