She had to hold on to him when he finally released her from the kiss. She wasn’t sure her legs would hold her. “Please sit down before I fall down,” she finally managed to say. “Otherwise you’ll just be holding me up when you kiss me like that again. My god.”
Mordred laughed softly, guiding her over to a seat and placing her in it. “You act like it was the best kiss you’ve ever received” he tells her, handing her the goblet before taking the seat across from her.
“I haven’t had many,” she told him, “so it’s not much of a stretch. I don’t know, maybe it’s because we both have magic, but it was pretty spectacular from my end.” She turned the cup in her hands for a moment before drinking.