His goofy smile is all I could ask for, so I tilt my head and bring my lips against the side of his neck instead, hoping for more reactions like that one.

I almost don't even bother pulling away when I hear a shot being fired, simply slipping an arm around his waist and neatly pivoting him away from where a branch nearly falls on his head. I'm a bit too preoccupied with the shape of his jaw beneath my mouth.

Ah, but then we're interrupted. Typical. And not just by my meddling counterpart, damn her, but by his mother hen, excuse me, worrywart.

I look over his shoulder, fingering Escape as the bigger threat and pinning her with a glare. "Do you mind?"