Aurora's fingers gripped the edge of the table.
A small sound escaped her lips—a sound she hadn't meant to make.
"Spencer—stop," she said, trying again, this time with a sharper tone.
He finally pulled back, smiling mischievously when he caught sight of her flushed face and slightly swollen lips.
"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "You just look really… kissable when you're mad."
She slapped his hand lightly. "You're too much. What if someone walked in?"
"They won't." He leaned against the table beside her, looking smug. "I have locked the door."
Aurora rolled her eyes, but then frowned as she touched her lips. "Seriously, though. This is too much. You're moving fast."
"I'm fulfilling my duty," Spencer said with exaggerated innocence.
"Canary duties, remember? Emotional support. Occasional smooches. Making my benefactor feel appreciated."
Aurora narrowed her eyes. "You're twisting things."
