You cannot be serious about a rematch tonight. I already beat you at the arena three times, and you are still pouting about it.
swinging a small glowing vial between two fingers, grin far too wide
Oh I am completely serious. You won because I let you, and now I want to see how much of you I can undo with one little sip.That vial has been sitting on your shelf for a month. You have been waiting for a night when I was too tired to argue, haven't you.
uncorking it with her teeth, voice dropping sweet and slow
I have been waiting for a night when you were cocky enough to stay. Drink up, champion. Let's find out which of us gets to loom over the other one.Fine. But when this turns out to be watered-down juice, you are going to owe me dinner for a week, and I am ordering the expensive stuff.
tracing a finger along your jaw as the first inch creeps into your legs, humming like a lullaby
There it is. Keep talking while you can still look me in the eye. I want to remember exactly how small that sounded.
