She burrowed into his arms for a moment, feeling a little safer there, head tucked under his chin. She held him tightly, eyes shut, and then leaned back, pulling his head down and kissing him fiercely. Whatever happened tomorrow, she decided, she would have this night. This knight.
Cradling her protectively against his chest and leading her back into his home, he secured the door and led her into the centre of the room, wishing he knew better how to calm her. But it seemed that Summer had some ideas of her own, and she tugged him down to initiate a kiss, a more passionate one that the earlier ones, and he smiled against her lips.
She pulled back just a little, enough to look into his eyes, and smiled slightly back. “Are you laughing at me, Sir Knight?” she asked softly. “That doesn’t seem very chivalrous.”