<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla smirked, pleased with herself. Shifting her arms so it was more comfortable, resting her arms on his and leaning back a little so she could actually look up at him, broad smile still on her face, before reaching up to brush some loose strands of hair out of her face, panting as their bodies pressed together. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Honestly….” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she managed to get out.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Neither did I.” </span>