“What are you thinking about?” Rua whispered, already knowing the answer. “Do you want the polite answer or the real one?” Renwick smirked, cocking his head slightly, his lips a hair’s breadth away. “Real one. Always.” “I’m thinking about taking you against the railing.” Renwick's breath skittered across her cheeks. Rua’s eyes narrowed at him, desperate to have something overtake the hollowness she felt. “Do it, then,” she said. Renwick’s eyes widened as he dropped his hold on his jacket. He retreated a step, creating space between them again. “No.”
