I ran my hand smoothly through his dark, messy hair, petting it gently just like I had done with the rabbit only moments before.
I leaned up and pressed a playful, teasing peck directly onto the tip of his nose.
"Good bunny," I whispered, a triumphant smirk dancing on my lips.
Draven instantly froze. His entire imposing frame turned rigid, completely stunned by the sheer audacity of my gesture. I didn't give him a chance to recover; I immediately wrapped my arms snugly around his broad waist, holding him close.
He stared down at me, his dark eyes narrowing to slits behind his reading glasses. "What exactly was that, Seraphina?"
"That," I beamed, looking right up into his face, "is what you get for comparing yourself to my rabbit."
Draven let out a low rumble from his chest, slowly nodding his head as a dangerous smirk touched his lips.
