Laura was in a daze again when he let go of her lips. She stared at him blankly.
Catching her breath, she simply clung to his arms. He smiled at her. If she keeps looking like that, he might continue kissing her.
She cleared her throat and frowned. There was something else she’s supposed to discuss with him. What is it again?
“What’s wrong?” It’s starting to sound like a standard question he asks her whenever she looks like this. Frowning and a bit doubtful. Or when she’s not smiling, looking troubled or upset.
He kept his arms around her waist and waited for her answer.
It took her a while to clear her mind and remember what it was. Right, the house of Thistle and her cousin.
She looked up at him before posing her questions.
“Was a punishment given on the house of Thistle alrea
