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He watched their hands, frowning slightly. He looked up at her after a moment, though, his brow furrowed. "I like spending time with you too."...
He stepped closer to her, looking down. "There." * * * "Is it good?"
He made eye contact for a moment before his grip on her loosened and he nodded. "Okay." * * * She grinned before grabbing a spoon, swiping...
He raised an eyebrow, eyeing her for a moment. "It's... It's a control thing. I just need to know beforehand." * * * "Cake," she said primly."
"I can touch you," he said pointedly. "See?" He walked over to her and cupped her jaw in his hands, tipping her head back. "Easy." * * *...
He rolled his eyes. "You have no shame." * * * "You know me too well."
He glanced over at her. "Say this out loud. 'I'd like for Victor to be able to touch me'." * * * "I obviously lied. I had a fever this...
He laughed out loud, returning to his cooking. "You're awfully bold. I'll give you that." * * * "Just because I'm sick and possibly drunk...
He gave her a small smirk, raising his eyebrow. "Maybe." * * * "What? No," she said, setting the bowl down and pouring in some flour, "Do you...
He considered her, his lips curving in a smile. "We'll work on it." * * * She began to place the berry pieces in the syrup before going and...
He laughed, his fingers around her wrist gently. "I see."
He looked over at her for a moment before taking her hands and bringing them down to her sides gently. "Why do you want to touch me?"
“Well... I found Munsheiner, and we got out of there. I’m okay.” He turned to look back at her, crossing his arms. “But no touching.” *** She...
He laughed in surprise, glancing over at her. “You’re sorry? Why are you apologizing?” *** She squinted at him before returning to her work.”
“My job was to remove the corpses,” he said, moving over the stove to cook. “Often, a lot of them weren’t completely dead. They’d scratch and...
He huffed slightly, looking uncomfortable. “It’s this thing that’s done with some of the more vicious rogues. They breed mice to fight each...
“Eventually, I got caught up in some pretty bad stuff,” he said quietly. “Do you know what mousebroding is?” *** She squinted before grabbing...
He cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. “So, when they found me, the rogues weren’t really sure what to do. They passed me around to...
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his hands moving smoothly to gather ingredients from his bag. He was quiet for a moment before...
His back was to her, his head bent over his task. “Like what?” *** She leaned against the counter, watching him. “Are you just guessing?”
