Tildas laugh was soft, edged with skepticism.
Right.
Sure, Lyndon.
He chuckled softly, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes.
You dont believe me? She placed the glass on the table, brushing off the conversation as she stood to leave.
I need to head to the set.
But before she could step away, he caught her hand gently.
Its lunch break.
Stay a bit longer. Rest.
Im fine, she replied, trying to pull her hand free.
But he didnt let her go so easily.
Come on, just a short nap, he murmured, his tone somewhere between coaxing and playful.
Do you want to sleep alone, or.
should I join you? Tilda shot him a look of pure exasperation.
Stop playing games.
Im not playing, he replied with a small laugh, his hand on her back as he guided her to the lounge.
Without further argument, he pulled her close and shut the door.
He was clearly in that mood again.
She bit her lip and gave him a warning look.
Dont even think about tearing my clothes.
He smirked, hands braced on either side of her as he leaned close, his eyes filled with that familiar, mischievous spark.
What are you thinking? he murmured.
I just wanted to take a nap with you.
Tilda felt her cheeks warm, a brief flash of embarrassment darting across her face.
Somehow, Lyndon always managed to twist things, making her feel like she was the eager one. You suggested this nap, remember? she reminded him, trying to regain her composure.
Lyndon chuckled, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
Yeah.
He gently pushed her onto the bed and leaned over her, his movements sudden yet unhurried.
Tilda shot him an exasperated look.
Didnt you say we were just going to sleep? she challenged, eyebrows raised.
He lowered his gaze, taking in the soft contours of her face, and chuckled.
Honey, how are you so adorable? He pinched her chin gently before capturing her lips in a kiss.