Crow chuckled softly at Penelope’s playful words. “Oh good,” he murmured between kisses as he worked his way from her neck to her jawline. “At least I know I’ve got the approval of one Vermillion.” He pulled back just enough to cast her a teasing smile before meeting her lips as she kissed him passionately. His heart pounded eagerly in his chest as he traced one hand down the length of her body. With a room all to themselves at the inn, they wouldn’t have to worry about being interrupted again. They could do whatever they wanted, and no one could stop them. The thought made him press into her all the more fervently.

Losing himself in her touch, the thief didn’t notice her hook her leg behind his, so when she pulled away and casted him a mischievous grin, he blinked confusedly. In the next moment, his breath caught in surprise as she suddenly rolled him off her so she was positioned on top instead. As his brief shock faded, his lip turned upward in a smile, and he reached up to caress her cheek with one hand. He always enjoyed playing around with her like this. She was the only person in his life with whom he could be so carefree. Their moments alone, whether they were intimate or not, continued to remind him of everything he loved about her and why she was worth giving up his peasant life to become a nobleman. As long as she was happy, he had no regrets.

Crow closed his eyes and tilted his chin up as Penelope kissed his jawline. He shivered at the feeling of her warm breath on his skin when she spoke to him softly, and her words made his heart swell with affection for her. “I love you too, Penelope,” he breathed, slipping her shirt over her head and leaning up to meet her lips in another zealous kiss…

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Crow nestled closer to Penelope and touched a soft kiss to her cheek, panting lightly as he tried to calm his still-racing heart. “Whoops,” he grinned at her jokingly, trailing his hand absently down her side. “Looks like we needed separate rooms after all.”