He waited expectantly, still grinning. “Well …?”
This was a side of Gaelen Marja had not seen, a playful, youthful side she found hard to resist. She smiled back. Suddenly shy, she took a deep breath, broke off a piece of cake, dipped it in honey, and held it to his lips.
“That must make all the joining beds in Bargia very sticky.”
“The more pleasure, then, to find all the sweetness there.” He fed her another bite.
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