She gave a breathy laugh before twisting and landing on his lap, taking his wrists in her hands and pinning them to the couch.
She nodded with a sly grin, leaning down and kissing his jawline. "You do. Never pull a pixie by her ankles."
She smiled against his lips, her forehead resting against his. "So you decide to pull me by my ankle?"
She beamed, brushing her fingers through his dark hair. "Lovely. Thank you." She paused for a moment, her face falling slightly. "What about Briar?"