“Babe, you’re standing in my arm, in my house, drinking my wine after agreeing in the kitchen.” “I haven’t even sipped the wine,” I pointed out. His lips twitched. Twitched! I made Knight Sebring’s lips twitch! “Right, well, you will,” he muttered. “And I didn’t agree to anything,” I went on. Another lip twitch. Then a repeated, “Right, well, you will.”
