I glanced to him—my mate, in his finest black jacket, the silver embroidery gleaming in the faelight. That’s it? He arched a brow. Did you want me to keep droning on, or did you want to start celebrating? My lips twitched. You really do keep things casual. Even after all this time, you still don’t believe me. His hand slid behind me and pinched. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I hope you got me a good Solstice present. It was my turn to pinch him, and Rhys laughed, kissing my temple once before sauntering out of the room to no doubt grab more wine.
It must be so uncomfortable to be another person in the room when this shit happens
