Her arms slid around his neck.
"Congratulations on your success and welcome back, my arrogant primordial..." she whispered lovingly.
Quinlan's arm wrapped around her waist automatically, returning the embrace.
His hand drifted lower without shame, settling on her backside and giving her perky butt a firm squeeze. Possessive and entirely natural. At least so it felt to the both of them.
Ayame scoffed under her breath.
"Yep. Still the same…"
She leaned into him instead of pulling away, even rising onto her toes to give him better leverage, like she fully approved of the hold.
Her nose brushed his collar.
She sniffed once.
Twice.
"And you don't even carry the foul stench of a slut despite spending more than a week lying with one," she added, eyes narrowing slightly. "How curious…"
Quinlan laughed.
"Maybe it never even happened. It could just be your imagination. No evidence, after all."
She gave him a flat look.
Then smacked his skin lightly.
"Nice try."
