“It’s an instinct!”
She flings more cake at him, but he dodges it.
He’s better at this than she is.
Faster than she can move, he lobs more cake at her, and it hits her upper chest as frosting drips past the sweetheart neckline inside her gown.
“Cerian!” she laughs. “Was that on purpose?”
“I refuse to answer that question.”
“Uh-huh. Are we done cutting the cake yet?” She wanders toward him, and he wraps his arms around her waist as she sets her hands on his chest and gazes up into his eyes.
“Are you surrendering?”
“To you? Always.”
His smile grows, and he steals a kiss.
That may have been a bit brazen, but she can’t bring herself to care. Not tonight.
“I wish we weren’t sticky or covered in frosting,” he whispers.
When nothing happens, his smile fades.
“I wish the cake would go away,” she tries.
What’s left of the cake on the cart vanishes, but the frosting coating them both remains, and Cerian’s eyes grow wide with the beginnings of panic. His heart even speeds up.
“Deep breath, my elven prince. It’s just sugar.”
“But I’m sticky. The heartlanding is a cruel place.” He says it as if being sticky is the most horrible fate imaginable, and she does her best not to smile.
“I suppose we’ll have to wash up.”
He exhales slowly and nods. “Then we can continue our night.”
“No, Cerian.” She pulls him into a soft kiss. “We should wash up. Together.”
He stiffens against her before relaxing and finding her lips again in a kiss full of all the heat he must have been suppressing.
“Run, Cerian,” she says breathlessly when he comes up for air. “And take me with you.”
His smile returns, and he somehow looks even more perfect with frosting coating his face. Without a word, he laces his fingers with hers and takes off, drawing her along with him as she hurries to keep up.
I Need You
Episode 126
Sticky.Stickyeverywhere.Atleast it feels like it’s everywhere. That may be an exaggeration.
Cerian pushes the awful sensation away as he leaves frosting on the door to his chamber at the castle in Levina.
It isn’t real. None of it is real.
None of it but her.
The door is barely closed when Arisanna wraps herself around him and finds him in a hungry kiss. Whistling wind.
