“Of course.”
“Even though—”
“Yes.”
“Then you like to treat me this way just—”
“Sure.”
“Why?”
“Just because!” she echoed and started to laugh.
He gave her an adoring glance and this time caught her hand. She tried to pull it away, but his grip was too powerful. He squeezed her hand.
“Don’t, don’t!” she begged in pain.
He let go and smiled. She was not angry. Instead, she placed her hand on his biceps. He raised his forearm and imprisoned her hand. “Oo-oo!” she sighed in happy homage, and her eyes shone.