The white sheep of the family
Grinning, Loren shook his head, clearly bemused by Weaver's words. "I'm just surprised that you know the core of me and still want to stick around." Tone lightly self-deprecating, he winked at her.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he finally nodded. "When it counts, then." His tone was firm on that point.
Snorting, he let his hands roam as he considered his response. "Maybe I just remember what it's like to be young and angry at the world." It came out quietly, though with more than a hint of amusement, since he was still young and angry. His rage was just tempered somewhat these days.
Still, he much preferred to focus on the way her mouth opened up before his. Eagerly, he let his own tongue explore her mouth as well, even as his hands slipped under her shirt to spread across her back. He let out a satisfied hum, more of a rumbled purr in his chest than anything else.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he finally nodded. "When it counts, then." His tone was firm on that point.
Snorting, he let his hands roam as he considered his response. "Maybe I just remember what it's like to be young and angry at the world." It came out quietly, though with more than a hint of amusement, since he was still young and angry. His rage was just tempered somewhat these days.
Still, he much preferred to focus on the way her mouth opened up before his. Eagerly, he let his own tongue explore her mouth as well, even as his hands slipped under her shirt to spread across her back. He let out a satisfied hum, more of a rumbled purr in his chest than anything else.
Will blood tell
