“Because, my Drea, there is the right time and place for everything.”
“But the time should be now,” she said in a joking whine, batting her eyes coquettishly. “You know everything about me.”
Gawain scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Hardly. Chipping away at your armor is exhausting, woman.”
“Oh, that is foolishness. You need to shed your armor, Sir Gawain. What’s wrong?” Playfully, she tapped her finger against her chin. “Scared?”
“Of your wrath? Who wouldn’t be?”
They both laughed.
Drea took another sip of wine, realizing she’d been holding the jug most of this time. She was inebriated, whereas Gawain was probably as sober as a scribe.
“Here.” She handed over the jug. “Drink more.”
“Ah, you’re trying to get me drunk so I’ll tell all. Sneaky, …show more content…
If any of Camelot’s enemies wanted to torture information out of him, all they would have to do was strap him down and tickle his belly, and he’d spill every secret. All right, his aversion to tickling was not that extreme, but it was not something he could stand for more than a moment without bursting into hysterical, tear-filled laughter.
So when Drea landed in his lap – quite unexpectedly – and started tickling him, he had to stop her. Tickling made him absolutely wild, and he did not want to hurt her when trying to get away.
“Drea, please, no!”
He leaned far back in his seat, hoping to avoid her eager hands, but that shift in weight caused the chair to topple over backward. They rolled out onto the damp grass, and Drea ended up on top of him.
“Drea!” He cupped her face. “Are you hurt?”
“I am fine. But the Great Sir Gawain, Knight of Camelot, has a weak spot! Tickling? Really.”
She remained on top of him, and her warm, wine-scented breath filled his senses. He kept his hands on her cheeks. “And I was just about to reveal all of my secrets before you attacked.”
Drea cocked her head to the side adorably. “Were …show more content…
But he planned to bask in her warm, delicious touches for just a little while longer.
Chapter 5 – Uncertain Outcomes
Gawain and Drea lay on the moist ground, kissing before the pit fire until the desire thrumming through Gawain’s body made his breath catch. Drea did something to Gawain that he could not explain. Not only did her touches and kisses make him want to carry her to bed, it made him want a future with her, a life with Drea and Wallace. She had changed him. No matter what might come, she had taught him how to love. If only she would love him back. But in this moment, as she sighed with contentment beneath him as she caressed the back of his neck with her fingertips, he thought it might be possible.
“Drea,” he whispered against her mouth, finally breaking the frantic kiss, “I have to tell you
“But the time should be now,” she said in a joking whine, batting her eyes coquettishly. “You know everything about me.”
Gawain scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Hardly. Chipping away at your armor is exhausting, woman.”
“Oh, that is foolishness. You need to shed your armor, Sir Gawain. What’s wrong?” Playfully, she tapped her finger against her chin. “Scared?”
“Of your wrath? Who wouldn’t be?”
They both laughed.
Drea took another sip of wine, realizing she’d been holding the jug most of this time. She was inebriated, whereas Gawain was probably as sober as a scribe.
“Here.” She handed over the jug. “Drink more.”
“Ah, you’re trying to get me drunk so I’ll tell all. Sneaky, …show more content…
If any of Camelot’s enemies wanted to torture information out of him, all they would have to do was strap him down and tickle his belly, and he’d spill every secret. All right, his aversion to tickling was not that extreme, but it was not something he could stand for more than a moment without bursting into hysterical, tear-filled laughter.
So when Drea landed in his lap – quite unexpectedly – and started tickling him, he had to stop her. Tickling made him absolutely wild, and he did not want to hurt her when trying to get away.
“Drea, please, no!”
He leaned far back in his seat, hoping to avoid her eager hands, but that shift in weight caused the chair to topple over backward. They rolled out onto the damp grass, and Drea ended up on top of him.
“Drea!” He cupped her face. “Are you hurt?”
“I am fine. But the Great Sir Gawain, Knight of Camelot, has a weak spot! Tickling? Really.”
She remained on top of him, and her warm, wine-scented breath filled his senses. He kept his hands on her cheeks. “And I was just about to reveal all of my secrets before you attacked.”
Drea cocked her head to the side adorably. “Were …show more content…
But he planned to bask in her warm, delicious touches for just a little while longer.
Chapter 5 – Uncertain Outcomes
Gawain and Drea lay on the moist ground, kissing before the pit fire until the desire thrumming through Gawain’s body made his breath catch. Drea did something to Gawain that he could not explain. Not only did her touches and kisses make him want to carry her to bed, it made him want a future with her, a life with Drea and Wallace. She had changed him. No matter what might come, she had taught him how to love. If only she would love him back. But in this moment, as she sighed with contentment beneath him as she caressed the back of his neck with her fingertips, he thought it might be possible.
“Drea,” he whispered against her mouth, finally breaking the frantic kiss, “I have to tell you