βYou shouldnβt do that,β she said, short of breath.
βKiss you?β he asked. βI thought weβd settled my rights back on the train.
Should we negotiate more explicitly?β
βNo, thatβs not necessary. I didnβt mean all kissing. Just not in full view of
everyone. People were watching and cheering.β
βIt was a chaste enough kiss, as far as kisses go. But if youβd prefer closed
doors, here we are. Letβs have a proper tour.β
He opened the door for her and ushered her inside, before she could change her
mind.
βIt has a bit of charm,β Griffin offered, picking up a broken chair off the
floor.
βThereβs a hole in the roof.β
βThereβs a view of the moon.β
βItβs cold and thereβs no stove.β
βYou have me now,β he reminded her, hugging her from behind. βIβll keep you
warm.β
βYouβre right,β she said, stepping away and tossing a wicked smile over her
shoulder at him. She bent down, giving him a most distracting view. When she
stood upright, she turned and handed him a hammer, its handle broken off.
βWatch you donβt fall off the roof and kill yourself,β she said.
He smiled into her sparkling green eyes, certain he could make her fall in love
with the place. And him. βYouβd surely miss me,β he warned.
βWith a gaping hole in my roof, and no one to warm me, I surely would.β