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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
She laughs and pulls him inside, shutting the door and leaning against it. She doesn’t want to think about Edward, or what kind of disaster the evening is likely to be, so instead she teases, “Now I think you are my prisoner, Sir Knight, at least until the nightmeal. How will you win your freedom?”
A smile tugged at his lips, before he leaned in to kiss her. “Well, how can I do that?”
Summer loops her arms around his neck, smiling through the kiss. “This is a good start,” she says. She tangles her fingers into his curls, tugging and combing and petting, and sways against him.