Post by eragon on May 16, 2020 21:01:51 GMT
Although she was still irritated, Louisa grabbed his coat and picked her way across the rocky shoreline toward him. She tossed it on the ground and then sat on one side, waiting a moment for him to join her before grabbing the razor from his hand. She shifted so that she was on her knees leaning over him a little, then pressed a hand to his cheek, forcing him to turn his head none too gently so that she had a better angle. After setting the blade to his cheek, she began to shave away the stubble there, thinking as she worked. She might not have him now, but she would eventually, and she wouldn't stop until she did. Impressing him in the hunt later on was the first step, she decided, to winning his affection. "Why do you say I could not handle you mentally?" She asked after a few minutes, pausing her work to look him in the eyes.