Blessed with a good life and the perfect lover, with the crown prince of Elffenda, Edwina couldn't be happier. On a trip date with her adoring childhood love, she is convinced that everything is exactly as it should be ... until it's not.
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Feeling the differ of density in his palm he trance out from his riviera and got the picture that his Littleton was now holding her custom made package and was upto wear it on her hip. But before she could drap it over her hipster, Quen got his hands on her back and pulled her nearly close by just leaving an semi inch distance between them.
Looks like they made their own bubble around them. Without wasting any nano seconds he quickly got hold of the bag and circled his arms around her to let the vineries to drap around like a belt and finally tied the baggage around her hip as he caresses her thin cloth leaves no thought except the sensation of touching the skin underneath her clothesline as faster than a sloth can possibly move.
And she has no idea when she gave him the bag she is holding. Must be her conscious got striked by the electric touch he gave back then. Quen on the other hand smirked at the things her conscious is doing beyond her sensing knowledge.
If possible she will blame the sense as a traitor, he thought. And that's what she's been doing internally. As now Quentin's done braiding the thread like vineries of both the ends of the bag, he gingerly took a step or two back and checked her out by taking a little too long and this action didn't set well with Edwina as now she looks like a utterly messed up mess.
And this happens whenever he does this one thing which will make her already rapid beating heart to a haywire gone’d one. And with the mocking smirk he's offering her she is cent percent sure that her cheeks might resembles the flaming spitfire on her dual cheeks if possible her whole body does that too.
As he's already eyeing the contrast hue radiating from her, a very familiar action caught his hawk like eyes. Edwina out of embarrass did her usual feet digging antics by digging a hole inside the Sandy pathway and is on the process of burying her feet inside the no named hole. Halfway through her process of casketing the poor legs, Quen speaks his mind.
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“ Why do you always dig a hole and hide your feet whenever I try to admire your whole version thoroughly. Think I should play hide and seek like I did beforehand for rest of my life to see your beautiful foot, huh? Darling! ” He prompts her intentionally knowing that the thing he asked her is the one she's too obvious at.
