“You took my hair ribbon?” I said in a hushed voice. I had no idea if I should be angry, creeped out, flattered, or all of the above. “Why?” He settled beside me again, his hand moving back over the bare skin on my belly and leaned over me, his nose skimming over my collarbone, and breathed, “Kayd mmahch… Rowe gwukh… Kayd jugra Rowe. Rowe khukgwo.” I wasn’t sure exactly what he was saying, but the fierce way in which he said it sent a shiver through my body, and not in a bad way.
