Her body molded against his perfectly despite the size difference — warm, soft, and dangerously addictive.
The "hug" was tighter than strictly necessary for camouflage. Her thighs brushed his with every shallow breath she took.
One of her hands had somehow found its way to the small of his back, fingers curling into his shirt again, clinging like she never wanted to let go. Her heartbeat thundered wildly against his chest, and he could smell the faint, sweet lavender of her hair mixed with the night jasmine blooming around them.
Phei's voice dropped low and amused, his lips brushing the top of her head as he spoke. "You know I could just charm them into helping us, right?"
"Too risky," she breathed, voice muffled against his chest. "What if they scream anyway? Better safe. And… quiet."
The two maids passed within ten feet, laughing about something scandalous involving the stable boy that had both maid and the boy fired by the Headmaid.
That is Consort, right? The Headmaid.
