Of course it was him in the parlour. Victoria knew it before she laid her eyes on him. His lazy gaze flicked around the room; beaconing her to him.
"About time you showed up, darling." A smirk flicked over his face as he turned to her; her footfalls slowing as she approached him.
"Can't stray forever, can I?" Her reply flowed with innocent desire, which he lapped up greedily. She couldn't stray forever, not from him.
"Course not." The smirk grew, his arms drawing her closer. "Missed me?"
"Always, gorgeous."
Lips reunited once more – Oh, Victoria loved feeling his lips.