Scarlett POV
Jaxen glanced toward the dark windows. “It’s getting late. We haven’t had dinner.”
“Then go eat.”
I took advantage of the loosened hold, slipped free, grabbed a pillow, and smacked him in the face with it.
He caught it with a laugh.
“Easy, honey. If you ruin my face, you’ll have to look at an ugly version of me every day.”
“I barely hit you.”
“You’re right.” He rubbed his chest where I’d punched him earlier.
“I should thank you for sparing my life.”
“Now you’re getting it.”
The words came out more lightly than I’d intended.
Jaxen’s eyes warmed. I immediately regretted engaging with him.
Every time I responded, he seemed to take it as encouragement.
He stood and stepped closer.
My collar had shifted. Without thinking, he reached out and straightened it.
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