"I had a whole plan, you know," he said low against her temple. "Ten of them. Contingencies for the contingencies." He brushed a loose wave back from her face. "And then you twitch one ear, and every single one falls apart. You're a tactical nightmare, Fel. Worst asset I've ever been assigned."
Her ear flicked again, harder this time, like it had heard him and disapproved.
A rough sound left him, not quite a laugh, something he hadn't expected to feel with his hands shaking an hour ago.
"There it is." He pressed his lips to the spot between her brows, slow and unhurried, the way he did everything once he'd decided it mattered. "Come on. Open up. I've got nothing left to plan, and nowhere I'd rather wait than right here."
Her lashes trembled. Stilled. Trembled again.
