Though Astredian had been giving himself a little space from the troubadour the last few days, he found that physical distance did very little to keep his mind from wandering to Elise. Even when he was concentrating on other things, there was a little chunk of his hindbrain that insisted on tittering on and on about how lonely he felt when she was close by and he couldn’t hold her, or how good she’d look with her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft again. Well, maybe that last bit was his lower head doing the thinking, rather than his hindbrain, but he couldn’t help that.
Even now, he was only half listening to the ranting wizards as they argued back and forth about why their project had failed to launch. He glanced over at Elise, who was talking quietly with her mother. What was it
