understand? No more!” I scolded him, pointing a finger at his face. All he did was reach forward and nip the tip with his teeth, causing me to squeak and retract my hand. Rowe brought me in, nuzzling my cheek with his beard, which was surprisingly soft now that he had washed and combed it out with his fingers this morning. “Ugh, you can’t be annoying one minute and then super sweet the next. It makes it hard to be mad at you,” I tell him as he moves to the other side. “Rowe gwukh Kayd,” he practically purrs in my ear, making me shiver.
