"You do."

"I certainly do not!"

"I'm sorry, darling, but you most certainly do."

She scowls, even as he kisses her cheek.

"It was endearing," he murmurs.

"It is not," she retorts.

"Aha! So you admit it!"

"I admit to nothing."

He moves to pull her back into his arms, but she surprises him by straddling him instead and capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. Her tongue masters his until they are left breathless, the heat palpable between them.

He arches an eyebrow at her.

"That's all very well," he smiles. "But the fact remains, Elsie Hughes: you snore."