"What the fuck are you doing here?" Cora wasn't smiling.
"I just wanted to see you."
"Don't bullshit me. You don't just do anything. You forget, I have got my memories back now," Cora explained, "while I now have revived love for you, it is nothing but platonic, the kind we had at Emberfall. I worship you, Your Eminence. I admire you. But fuck! You need to stop behaving like a pussy-whipped boyo, making impromptu booty calls at my place."
Rafel met the calm blues of her eyes. He watched them soften. Her demeanor swayed. This was the first time anyone accused him of being pussy-whipped. He should be mad. Beyond angry. He would, if it wasn't the truth. Yep! Cora had got him addicted to that hot slender body of hers. Plus, he couldn't stay mad at her for more than five seconds. Nearly losing her to the jaws of fucking afterlife had only solidified in his head how much he needed her.
He would never admit this to her though. NEVER!
