“You said you would stay with me,” she reminded him, warmth in her eyes. “Stay, and hold me. That’s all.” Her smile deepened when he caressed her hair. “Stay, and play with my hair, Sir Knight.”
Mordred’s cheeks flushed. “Apologies, I thought you meant something else,” he tells her, glancing away for a moment as he continued to stroke her hair. “Of course I will.”
Summer closed her eyes for a moment, almost purring. She loved people playing with her hair. “I did, and you have said no,” she said after a moment. “Now who should not apologise? Come.” She pulled at his shirt.