*Mathilda*
Smart man, the Beta of Greywind, understands the influence I have over my sister. “To be honest, I don't recall your name on my tongue a single time after we returned to Moonsdowne Court.”
His darkening gaze dips to my mouth, and I do wish I hadn't mentioned my tongue. To make matters worse, I now envision it parrying with his in physical intimacy rather than with words. I suspect, for reasons that elude me, that those marvelously shaped lips of his would urge mine into parting so he could deliver a kiss so all-encompassing, so deep, that I would feel it in the soles of my feet.
Even now, within my boots, my toes long to curl. I have to be free of him, and quickly. “Escort me if you wish. But I shan't disclose what I say to Gina regarding you. Musings between sisters are for
