Elias wanted to groan. Sienna had very creative ways of bringing trouble to his door. He could already see trouble at the wedding. Pans swinging. Words exchanged. Beast men insulted. Trending on BeastNet. And yet, he insisted on taking her.
He sat still in his chair, expecting to talk her out of mischief. Instead, she pressed on the button on the arm of the chair, tilting it back with a soft creak, until he was fully horizontal.
Sienna," he said slowly, ears flicking in suspicion. "Why are you lowering me like this? I have no plans to sleep, just yet. If you want to...." he stopped and cleared his throat. In his mind, he finished his sentence, if you want to fool around, we can go home.
"For the sake of my mental strength," she declared, puffing her chest, "Like the time when we threw the ball around. I must pat your belly, ten times."
