Lyra covered her mouth, but the laugh still slipped out through her nose—half amused, half scandalized.
"You mean—my cheeks?"
He nodded. Solemn. Determined. Like a priest about to commit a holy sin.
She rolled onto her side, slow and deliberate, eyes glittering with mischief.
"You're such a pervy little bastard, you know that?"
"Yesh."
He said, proud as a goblin knight claiming a dragon's hoard.
She chuckled, her ass now in full, glorious view—two perfect globes framed by that scandalous slit in her adventurer's tunic.
The moonlight outside the tent seemed to spotlight her curves on purpose.
"Fine. Two squeezes. That's it. I never let anyone touch my ass but Bryce… but you? You don't count, do you? Not exactly man enough to make this cheating."
The words stung, just a little.
Rae's eye twitched, but he bit it back.
It wasn't her consent that bruised him—it was her dismissal.
Like he was just a naughty little pet. Not a real threat. Not a real man.
