“Are you…?” she began, before he pulled her tight and wrapped his hands in her hair and pressed his mouth against hers. “Yes,” he whispered against her lips after he had thoroughly kissed her. “You don’t know what I was going to ask,” she teased, relishing his touch, his taste. The faintest hint of honey on his breath. “The answer is yes, Xiala. Anything you wish. Anything at all. For you, the answer is always yes.”
