The white sheep of the family
Grinning, Loren winked at her. Leaning forward, he dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "The trick is to successfully lower people's expectations for you. That way, they'll always be surprised." Rocking back on his heels, he gave Weaver an amused look.
As she nipped at his nose, he let out a little mock growl. "I'd choose the scones, if I were you. Just saying." With that, he balanced her on the counter for just a moment. Reaching out, he broke off a piece from the scone he'd made for her and fed it to her (hopefully).
Her question caused his grin to turn into a smirk. Shifting his grip so that he was holding her bridal style, he raised his eyebrows. "I could." Tone teasing, expression mischievous and challenging, it was clear it was up to her. Snorting, he shook his head, beginning to carry her towards the nearest staircase. "I think I can give you something a little better than rocks." The statement came out more than a bit suggestively.
As she nipped at his nose, he let out a little mock growl. "I'd choose the scones, if I were you. Just saying." With that, he balanced her on the counter for just a moment. Reaching out, he broke off a piece from the scone he'd made for her and fed it to her (hopefully).
Her question caused his grin to turn into a smirk. Shifting his grip so that he was holding her bridal style, he raised his eyebrows. "I could." Tone teasing, expression mischievous and challenging, it was clear it was up to her. Snorting, he shook his head, beginning to carry her towards the nearest staircase. "I think I can give you something a little better than rocks." The statement came out more than a bit suggestively.
Will blood tell
