"…"
The four people present turned quiet. Elian didn't know what Charlotte and Ned were thinking. He was focused on watching the adorable reactions from his lover. They had been trying to get the other to cave and say the dreaded "I love you."
And to give Bianca some moral support, Elian was fine conceding. But contrary to his expectations, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Then, like a lioness devouring her prey, the witch attacked his lips.
Bianca kissed him breathless. When she pulled back, her eyes were glassy and her chest heaving.
"No," Bianca whispered.
Elian blinked. "Huh?"
"I'll wait," she said. "I will wait for the day your affection for me overflows. Not for saving a city. Not because I begged. But because you can't stop yourself."
He couldn't look away from the woman in his arms.
Then—quieter, almost shy—she added, "And…I want you to do it again."
Elian cracked a smile. "You want a redo?"
