"I didn't say that." Vivian flushed, looking away. "You…are always comfortable to sleep with."
Ronan enjoyed teasing her.
"Is that right? But I suppose I'm responsible for those creaky joints, aren't I?" His hands perched on her hips as she straddled his midsection.
"We did it against the door." Vivian murmured shyly, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Of course, I would wake up with aches."
"You're right," Ronan agreed, smiling softly. "Shall I give you a massage, hmm? We still have about three hours before we have to meet Morgana in the ritual chambers to declare your decision."
Vivian would never pass up the opportunity to be pampered, especially since Ronan's fingers were always so skilled. She nodded and like usual, he started by massaging her hips and waist, his fingers applying slight pressure in all the stressed spots.
