Valentine - Ember
Nobody could fathom how taken aback he was at hearing her ask him that. How was he not supposed to get even a little offended at that? He was a little old fashioned compared to most, but he never thought that was a bad thing.
"How do you want me to respond to that? What kind of question is that?" he asked, annoyed. "I didnât realize not wanting to have sex meant there was something wrong with me. Thatâs my fault. I have this weird need to treat people decently."
"I have a weird need to be a bitch to everyone. Iâm sorry. You just always surprise me, chief. Youâre weird," she shrugged, scooting closer. "But I like that." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly.Â
When he didnât pull away, she smirked to herself. She was always very persuasive. Sitting up, she pulled herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around him.Â
"Am I forgiven, valentine?"
If he had a backbone, staying angry wouldn't be a problem. When it came to her, he was spineless. It was physically impossible for him to stay mad at her, even if his life depended on it. She wasn't just a smooth talker but his Achilles' Heel.Â
"You know you are, valentine," he sighed, accepting defeat. "We're going to hang out and cuddle and enjoy being together. I might even let you kiss me. We'll see."














