“How long have you been set up here? And how often do you go home?” she asked. She needed to distract him a bit and she was curious about how much of this world he considered home. Maybe it was just a job and he went back to Faerie every weekend.
He pressed his toes in just a bit. Enough that she could feel contact but not any real pressure. She felt herself getting wetter and fought hard to keep from squirming into him. Instead she drank from her glass then carefully cleaned her lips with her tongue. His eyes followed the action and she cleared her throat. He glanced up in question and she c****d her eyebrow at him.
The flush was small, just a bare gracing of red on his face, but it was enough for her to call this round a victory. Of course, his foot still rested on her chair and she wa
