“Lord Sedgecroft--""Ssh. It isn't polite to interrupt me when I'm kissing you.”
“Ssh, I’m counting.” Travis watched me for a moment, and then leaned down to kiss my neck. “I can’t concentrate while you’re doing tha…”
“I'm being ironic. Don't interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it's not polite. There!”
“Don't interrupt me while I'm interrupting.”
“I...I'm sorry to come like this,' I murmured.'Stop being so damn British about it-you don't need to apologize. Ssh, it's fine.”
“Lesa giggled. "Sounds like one of those romance books you read.""It does," I started giggling. "But, oh Lordie Lord, it's true. I'm like a puddle of mush when he kisses me. It's embarrassing. I'm so, like, 'Thank you, can I have another?' Sad.”