She honestly hadn't expected the kick to make it to its target, he'd been so on game up until then, blocking her and maintaining his defensive position. But he seemed to take it in stride, even as she cringed at the sight of the truly alien blood and the crunch as he reset the bone.
Well, if he was going to take it so well, and even tease her, who was she to turn down the opportunity?
"Oh, sugar," she drawled, laying on the southern charm, "if I was angry at you, I'd do a hell of a lot more than break your nose. This is just me being friendly." It was the first time she'd called him that, sugar, a term of endearment she used with most everyone she was close to. It had just felt right to do so now; he'd earned it.
A roll of her shoulders, stretching the muscles in her back, and she continued playfully, "My former lover used to actually hide from me when my temper flared. He had excellent survival instincts."
Remy's laughter echoed in her mind and she wrapped it around her thoughts, pushing back the grief of his loss and instead embracing the fond memories of him running for the hills after pushing one too many of her buttons. He'd loved her southern spirit, but had also been fully aware that she could and would kick his ass in more ways than one. It felt a little strange to refer to him as her 'lover', it was such an antiquated term, but he'd been so much more than just another boyfriend, and they hadn't had the chance for him to become her husband. So lover it was.
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Well, if he was going to take it so well, and even tease her, who was she to turn down the opportunity?
"Oh, sugar," she drawled, laying on the southern charm, "if I was angry at you, I'd do a hell of a lot more than break your nose. This is just me being friendly." It was the first time she'd called him that, sugar, a term of endearment she used with most everyone she was close to. It had just felt right to do so now; he'd earned it.
A roll of her shoulders, stretching the muscles in her back, and she continued playfully, "My former lover used to actually hide from me when my temper flared. He had excellent survival instincts."
Remy's laughter echoed in her mind and she wrapped it around her thoughts, pushing back the grief of his loss and instead embracing the fond memories of him running for the hills after pushing one too many of her buttons. He'd loved her southern spirit, but had also been fully aware that she could and would kick his ass in more ways than one. It felt a little strange to refer to him as her 'lover', it was such an antiquated term, but he'd been so much more than just another boyfriend, and they hadn't had the chance for him to become her husband. So lover it was.