“Aren’t you going to ask what that is before you let me in?” I frown. He raises his aviators and flashes me a smile that can hold up the entire universe with its magnitude. “What’s the point? I’ll give it to you, anyway. Be it money, a snog, a shag, a kidney, a liver. God, I hope it’s not my liver you’re after. Unfortunately, mine has seen some mileage. Come on now, Aurora.” “Rory.” “Rory,” he amends, dragging his straight teeth over his bottom lip. “Much more fitting. You don’t look like a princess at all.”
