“I wasn’t aware I’d been asked a question.” Oh, the girl had some brass after all. Gemma grinned. “You want me to get down on one knee? Propose?” Gemma leaned close, lips brushing the shell of Tansy’s ear. “Say yes now, and later, I’ll spend as much time on my knees as you want.” Tansy’s breath stuttered, and Gemma smirked.
