I placed my hands on my thighs, palms up in exaggerated submission. "Oh insufferable lord of the afterlife," I drawled, with an exaggerated flutter of my hand, "how truly special it feels to bruise my knees for you." His eyes darkened, fixed on me. He stepped closer. I had to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked. Danger flickered in his expression. He reached down, his fingers brushing my cheek. The gentle pressure there made my breath catch. "The view is certainly... satisfying," he murmured.
