"What is it, then?" he asked, resisting the urge to laugh at her sudden embarrassment.
Levina sighed, having nothing else to say. What would she have told him? That she was mad at him for giving her hope with just a kiss?
"I'm just mad at myself," she said, with her shoulders slouched in defeat.
When she looked up, Lucien was staring at her with an oddly calm expression on his face.
"What is it?" she quizzed.
"I am considering all the possible ways to get you atop my horse," he said with a deadpanned look.
"Why?"
He took her hand. "Because we are going for a ride."
