Love?
Yes.

Gideon chuckled.
Why did you say yes like that?
Oh, I thought you were asking me a question.
I see.

Then he truly did see what she meant, and his heart flipped over in his chest.
Darling?
Gideon smiled at the warmth the endearment flooded him with.
Yes, Neliss?
Oh, nothing. Just fulfilling my end of the deal.
The deal?
Yes. You made me a deal.
You lost me,
he sighed.
Legna lifted her head, propped an elbow up against the pillow of his chest, and settled her chin in her palm so she could look down at him.
“You said that I would get something very special if I called you that.”
“Did I?” he asked, his eyes brightening with speculation as he thought back on it. “Actually, I think you have that confused with the deal about saying my name.”
“I like your name,” she said with a smile. “I always thought mine was awful snobbish. But yours has me beat hands down.”
“My name is one of the finest and oldest names in all of our history.”
“That’s only because you have lived to be such an older tosser.”
“Tosser?”
“British vernacular, luv.”
“What are you, my dialect coach all of a sudden? Is this your idea of postcoital pillow talk?”
Legna giggled, apologizing with a clinging kiss on his lips. It clearly calmed him, making him smile in a very cat-versus-canary way.
“Is there something you would prefer I say?” she asked compliantly.
“That yes a few sentences back was great. Short, sweet, to the point.”
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Yes?” he asked, arching a brow.
“Oh, yes,” she assured him, her own brows doing a little lecherous dance.
“Mmm, yes,” he murmured as her mouth lowered to his.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Legna?
Yes?
Do not talk with your mouth full.
No?
No.

Autor: Jacquelyn Frank

<i>Love?<br />Yes.</i><br />Gideon chuckled.<br /><i>Why did you say yes like that?<br />Oh, I thought you were asking me a question.<br />I see.</i><br />Then he truly did see what she meant, and his heart flipped over in his chest.<br /><i>Darling?</i><br />Gideon smiled at the warmth the endearment flooded him with.<br /><i>Yes,</i> Neliss?<br /><i>Oh, nothing. Just fulfilling my end of the deal.<br />The deal?<br />Yes. You made me a deal.<br />You lost me,</i> he sighed.<br />Legna lifted her head, propped an elbow up against the pillow of his chest, and settled her chin in her palm so she could look down at him.<br />“You said that I would get something very special if I called you that.”<br />“Did I?” he asked, his eyes brightening with speculation as he thought back on it. “Actually, I think you have that confused with the deal about saying my name.”<br />“I like your name,” she said with a smile. “I always thought mine was awful snobbish. But yours has me beat hands down.”<br />“My name is one of the finest and oldest names in all of our history.”<br />“That’s only because you have lived to be such an older tosser.”<br />“Tosser?”<br />“British vernacular, luv.”<br />“What are you, my dialect coach all of a sudden? Is this your idea of postcoital pillow talk?”<br />Legna giggled, apologizing with a clinging kiss on his lips. It clearly calmed him, making him smile in a very cat-versus-canary way.<br />“Is there something you would prefer I say?” she asked compliantly.<br />“That yes a few sentences back was great. Short, sweet, to the point.”<br />“Yes,” she agreed. <br />“Yes?” he asked, arching a brow.<br />“Oh, yes,” she assured him, her own brows doing a little lecherous dance.<br />“Mmm, yes,” he murmured as her mouth lowered to his.<br /><i>Yes. Yes. Yes. <br />Legna?<br />Yes?<br />Do not talk with your mouth full.<br />No?<br />No.</i> - Jacquelyn Frank




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