Byron was seated on the steps outside of his cottage, a drink in his hand, a wide smile playing his lips when he saw her and once again, he decided to tease her with not wearing a shirt. No matter how many times she has touched and snuggled up to him, the warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest was still there every time their eyes met. He scooted over making space for her to sit down next to him.
She took off her cloak, removed her weapons from their sheaths before sitting down. His warm eyes greeted her before his lips met hers. She hummed into the kiss, only if it lasted a few seconds but it was worth every second. “How did it go?” He asked, tracing his fingers over her jaw and slowly making their way up.
“Honestly?” It was more of a question to herself really. “I found out that my mother
