For the life of her, if someone had asked, she would not have been able to explain why something like this, absurd and silly playing, should make her love him so, or attract her so. It was just a thing, the way his sideways smile made her heart skip a beat, or the way his solemn face made her shiver with delight.
“Surely a knight such as yourself would never threaten a maiden?” She twined her arms around his waist, pulling him right down atop her.
Mordred smiles, brushing some hair back from her face. “I would never threaten a maiden,” he tells her, kissing her forehead.
Summer shoves at his shoulder. “Not there! Don’t do that, I hate that, it makes me feel like a child.” She turns her head away with a huff, annoyed that her lovely mood had been spoiled.