The smile deepened a little. “Mmmm, we do have to. To eat, if nothing else. You want to keep your energy up, don’t you?” Blinking slowly and sweetly at him, she added, “I want to hear all the things that pass in your mind, which are not for polite conversation.”
“That I do — especially as I’m planning on a repeat performance later, I do hope that’s alright.” He flashed her a crooked grin and then stilled, eyes bulging wide as he nodded slowly. “Alright. Now, or later on?”
Summer eased herself from Isaac’s hold, picking up a rich robe from the tumbled fabrics at the foot of the bed. “In just a moment,” she murmured, unconscious of how far her bearing had come from the nervous serf-girl. She slipped into the robe, lifting her hair out from the neck of it to spill down her back in burnished waves. Opening the door a crack, she exchanged low words with the guard on duty. When she turned back her gaze lingered on Isaac, stretched out in the bed.
“The seneschal wants to see you. He came by earlier, but my people sent him away,” she explained. “I’ve sent for breakfast, but in the meantime,” she climbed slowly back into the bed, “you should tell me some of those thoughts now.”