I laughed, a bright, clear sound that felt foreign and wonderful in the silent mall. "I don't think mall security would agree, Sir."
We disentangled ourselves, slowly, reluctantly. The velvet throne, still bearing the indentations of our bodies, felt like a sacred space. We dressed quickly, the intimacy of our lovemaking still thick in the air, a palpable force that bound us together.
Ronan pulled on his jeans, then his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. I retrieved my own clothes, pulling on my underwear, then my jeans, the fabric cool against my flushed skin. The elf tunic still lay discarded on the floor, a relic of a past that now felt impossibly distant.
"Let's go," I said, once I was fully dressed. The thought of lingering, of being found, was a growing concern.
He nodded, gathering u
