Page 108 of Dragon’s Ending
“I mean, maybe?” His eyes were shining.
God, I loved seeing him like this, his face lit with excitement and joy.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” I asked.
He took me seriously. “This opens up so many possibilities, so many new angles from which to interrogate the myths—”
“It means,” I interrupted, stopping his words with a kiss, “that we had sex on King Arthur’s grave.”
Ben stared at me in utter horror. And then I started laughing.
“Oh my God,” he said. “Dominic—”
Twisting around, he pushed me back onto the bed and collapsed on top of me, helpless with laughter.
“If you ever tell Evelyn,” he threatened.
“As if I’d survive that.”
He was still laughing as he leaned down to kiss me, one hand sliding into my hair.
From somewhere below us came the distant sound of Christmas music and dragonets shrieking happily. But what I cared most about was here. Ben, warm in my arms, laughing against my mouth.
