"Tone it down?" Cherion scoffed. "What does that even mean? Is there a settings menu for the Duke of the North I don't know about? Like… Settings → Zarius → 'Kiss Intensity: Medium'?"
He dragged a hand down his face. "And excuse me, who approved a 'next time'? Because it definitely wasn't me. I didn't even finish processing the first incident yet."
The ceiling of the tent was, in Cherion's opinion, a total jerk. It gave him absolutely nothing to focus on, so of course his brain chose that exact moment to replay this morning. Repeatedly. In high definition. It wasn't a soft little memory. It kicked the door open and made itself at home. Specifically, the low, gravelly vibration of Zarius's voice kept looping in his brain like a broken record.
