[ Bastien smiles in answer, a little catlike, storing that information for the future. For the present, he plants his hands on the mattress and bends down to kiss the back of Byerly’s neck, then the side, and to whisper sweetly in his ear: ]
I would have thrown you out.
[ Which is punctuated by a vengeful lick on his cheek, before Bastien sits up straight again and sets about attempting to demolish the knots in Byerly’s back in earnest. ]
no subject
I would have thrown you out.
[ Which is punctuated by a vengeful lick on his cheek, before Bastien sits up straight again and sets about attempting to demolish the knots in Byerly’s back in earnest. ]