Ambush

[Mykel’s POV]

"You’re going to make me yack." Pam groaned as I planted another kiss on the top of Amya’s head. "Could you stop?"

"Close your eyes." I chuckled, using a finger to push Amya’s head up enough for me to kiss her lips. "Or enjoy the show."

"Wait!" Amya gasped, lifting her hand and covering my mouth.

As I tried to process her rejection, a bark of laughter escaped Pam, while Lucien and Grendal fought to remain sober.

"I think that’s her way of agreeing that you’re being disgusting." Pam cackled.

"Actually," Amya countered, "it isn’t that I don’t want him to kiss me, but I kind of just threw up and haven’t been able to brush my teeth or wash my mouth."

At her words, I felt a wave of relief roll through me. She wasn’t rejecting me. That was great.

"It appears that you will have to wait until we find an inn, lover boy." Pam giggled. "And even then, she will be sharing a room with me."

"Fuck that."

When we got to the inn, there was no way in hell that I was going to let Amya out