Letting go Mordred’s hands, she stepped in to his space, wrapping her arms about his waist this time. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” She settled her ear against his chest, listening to the heartbeat there, and smiled.
”I will keep that in mind,” he mutters, resting his chin against the top of her head. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, reopening them a few moments later.
With his voice in her ears, his arms completely enclosing her, she was able to come to a decision, stilling the whirl of thoughts in her mind. Summer slipped free and took his hand once again, tugging him after her to the alcove where she slept. “Nothing you do not want,” she told him, “but I want this.” Pulling him close, she sat down, and began to unbind her hair. Loosened, it spilled over her lap in a great coppery pile.