Her mind scrambled to find a way to break the moment between her and Fitz, even though her body was refusing to let him go. Finaly through the fog of lust which was clouding her brain, something came into focus, and she grabbed the opportunity with both hands.
“Poor Kym, she spent much time preparing the snacks that would suit the Fae taste, and it is going to waste!” Eliza declared.
Fitz cleared his throat, breaking the internal argument with Baldr, and using every last ounce of his self-control, he reluctantly let her go.
“Yes, quite,” he simply responded, still battling with himself, wanting to gather her into his arms once more..
They sat upon the couches, and Eliza picked up a small plate from the tray and grabbed a small bunch of fruit from the vine and begun to nibble on the
