While her story tied up the loose ends, those fragments from earlier did not align. Still, the angelic smile on those lips made him forget about the torment he would soon subject himself to.
“You’ll have to complement the proprietor on his choice of vintage,” Marc added.
Her smile drooped for a fraction of a second, but given the hangover he missed it entirely. Instead, he reached down to kiss those soft lips.
“I’ll do that,” Émilie said.
“I should get dressed…”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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