"Tell me those 3 magical words"She said expecting, I love you. "Only yours forever " He replied smiling.
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The room buzzed with lighthearted chatter, the faint strains of music filtering through the air, and the sharp tang of freshly gutted pumpkins filling the space.
The pumpkin felt heavier than it should, or maybe that was just her. Rose was perched delicately on my lap, her wings brushing against my shoulders and her arms curled possessively around my neck, as if she were tethering herself to me. Not that I minded.
In fact, I absolutely loved it.
Her proximity was maddeningly distracting, her warmth seeping into me like some sort of addictive drug.
The pumpkin rested on her lap-a surprisingly sturdy stand, though I wasn't sure how much actual carving I'd accomplish with her fidgeting and her lips finding their way to my jawline every other second.
How the hell was I supposed to concentrate when Renna Rose Lancaster decided to drape herself all over me, smelling like heaven and looking like my personal undoing?
"Sweetheart," I muttered, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye as I positioned the knife to carve the first outline. "You know this is supposed to be a team effort, right? Not...whatever this is."
"This is teamwork," she argued, her voice soft and utterly unconvincing as she leaned in and brushed her lips against the corner of my mouth. Her tone was light, but the way her hands slid over my chest told a different story.
Teamwork, my ass.
She wasn't even trying to hide her amusement anymore.
I stilled, inhaling sharply. "You call this teamwork? Feels more like sabotage."
My fingers brushed against hers briefly when I adjusted the pumpkin's position, and her warm breath fanned across my cheek.
"You're doing great," she said, completely unbothered by the fact that she was the very reason it was taking me twice as long as necessary.
"Yeah?" I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips. "Because right now, it feels like I'm babysitting a very unhelpful dark seraphim."
"I'm not unhelpful!" she protested, her hands tugging at my collar.
"Oh, no?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow. "What exactly have you done to help me win this competition, hmm?"
"Moral support," she declared, and then, as if to emphasize her point, she kissed my cheek-slow, lingering, like she was testing how far she could push me.
My jaw clenched, as I gripped the knife a little too tightly tracing the outline of a jagged grin on the pumpkin. "You're about two seconds away from being thrown over my shoulder and dragged upstairs. Is that what you want?"
