She smiled back at him, heart overflowing with love. “You must get up,” she told him, though, refusing to indulge herself. Setting a good example, she sat up, pulling the blankets off him before climbing across to get out of the bed.
He whined sleepily and shook his head, rolling over onto his back and then cursing as she tugged the blankets off of his bare body. “I don’t want to — I’m perfectly content right where I am!” he protested and settled down, clearly reluctant to go anywhere as his eyes cast her body an appreciative glance.
Standing unashamedly naked beside the bed, she leaned forward, placing her hands on the edge of the bed. “Sir Kit will take me away and force me to be his mistress if you don’t. If you don’t fight, you’re admitting that the Argents are right, and your lord will have no choice but to fine you for thievery.”