He blinked, always a step behind her. How he hated that gift of hers. .
“I never said maid, love.” He responded, voice soft as velvet as he moved to traces a finger over her lips.
“Honestly, I just wanted to watch you hunt. It still fascinates me. Though I am hungry.”
“How about —”
He started, pressing a kiss to her lips everytime he paused.
“I catch the mountain lion this time. Or, whatever you’re in the mood for. Of you can catch one for the both of us. I love watching you hunt. . ”
He nearly frowned, hearing Rosalie’s mental thoughts loud and clear.
His own lips press to the top of her head, moving to try and catch her gaze.
Should he take her away from here? Maybe a run would help?
“What?”
He gasped lightly, glancing up at the hand in his hair. In return, his own fingers pressed against her brow.
“Please, have you seen your wrinkles?”