Note: I’m useless and can’t get anymore than a few lines out of me for them. But I’m rather fond of this piece.
“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”
The Duchess of Lythikos glares at Neville who has entered the ballroom. Drake is at her side and glances in the direction of Olivia’s glare.
“Yes,” he answers her, “Liam and Riley’s words though. Not mine.”
Olivia’s concentration on Neville doesn’t falter. “What if I just break his nose a little?” Drake chuckles at her suggestion, breaking Olivia’s focus.
“No ‘Liv. Besides you don’t want to get blood on that dress do you?”, his hand slips to the small of her back as he pulls her close.
Her irritation at Neville seems to dissolve almost completely at his touch. She gazes into his brown eyes, wondering how he has this kind of hold over her.
“What?”, he asks. Olivia shakes her head as her hand reaches up to sweep his dark brown hair away from his eyes.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just glad you’re here to stop me from spilling blood on my dress.”
A smirk rises to his lips as he leans to whisper into her ear.
“That’s what I’m here for, Liv.”