Against his ear, HonorÃ¨ sighed softly, the sound intimate and intoxicating when you're already under a cloud of lust. "My breakfasts are yours, Gavin..." Her voice was low and for his ears only, the slight impropriety meant to inflame him like much of what she'd done this morning. "And after I am your wife, then my nights too." letting the promise linger on her lips, the final bit of the braid hanging beside his chin.