The white sheep of the family
"I am nothing if not predictable." Grinning, Loren gave Weaver a smugly pleased look. "And it's not my fault you don't set stricter rules." Tone amused, he winked at her.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he shifted his grip a bit so they were both in a more comfortable position. "Why do I get the feeling I should never make you choose between me and scones?" Obviously he was teasing her.
Bring his lips back to her skin, he kissed his way up to her ear once more. "Well," pausing to nibble on her earlobe, he spoke in a suggestive whisper again. "I do have a rather firm mattress upstairs." He pulled back a bit so he could see her reaction to that.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he shifted his grip a bit so they were both in a more comfortable position. "Why do I get the feeling I should never make you choose between me and scones?" Obviously he was teasing her.
Bring his lips back to her skin, he kissed his way up to her ear once more. "Well," pausing to nibble on her earlobe, he spoke in a suggestive whisper again. "I do have a rather firm mattress upstairs." He pulled back a bit so he could see her reaction to that.
Will blood tell
