Chapter 14: Lick and Leave? Even a Dog Cuddles First!
Edmund jolted at her question, his entire body going frozen. Primrose didn't miss the way his fingers twitched, as if barely resisting the urge to reach for her.
[I WANT IT. I WANT IT.]
[No! You moron! If I lose control, I'll end up tossing her onto the bed and—]
[STOP! What the hell is wrong with me?! How can I have such indecent thoughts about my wife all the damn time? If she could read my mind, she'd be utterly disgusted.]
Oh, well. She had bad news for him.
"It really hurts, Your Majesty." Primrose tried to pull him closer, but he was frozen in place, as if nailed to the floor. "Every time I speak, my throat burns."
"Then don't speak," Edmund said curtly.
[Why the hell did I say it like that?! Now she'll think I don't care about her at all!]
Primrose lowered her head, her voice soft and pitiful. "But ... sleeping is hard too." She sighed, rubbing her throat for emphasis. "I can hold on until morning, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep at all."
Just take the damn bait, Your Majesty!
'I'm practically throwing free meat at you, and yet you dare keep resisting?!'