"Bold words from someone who was crying three seconds ago."
"I wasn't crying." She sniffled loudly. Directly into his shirt. "I was expressing tactical concern."
"Tactical concern." His thumb traced the shell of her ear, and her tail gave one helpless wag behind her. "Is that what we're calling it?"
"Shut up, Victor."
His chest rumbled against her back. Not quite a laugh. Worse. Satisfaction. The kind that settled into his bones and made him hold tighter, one arm banded across her ribs, the other hand still doing that maddening thing along the curve of her ear. His lips grazed the crown of her head, not a kiss, not quite, just the press of his mouth against her hair like he was memorising the texture.
Her knees went stupid.
"Make me," Victor said.
Low just against her hair. The vibration travelled through her skull and pooled somewhere beneath her navel.
Felicity lightly bit his arm.
