Talia was still lucid enough to murmur, "Quentin, you're so good to me."This time, he heard her clearly. He glanced up at her while drying her feet, his expression impossibly soft. "If I'm so good, then why aren't you locking me down already?"Talia blinked at him, dazed, and even furrowed her brows slightly.Quentin saw her confused expression and ducked his head again, quietly laughing. "Why am I even saying all this to a drunk lady?"But the moment the words left his mouth, Talia spoke. "Okay."That single word stopped him cold. His hands went still against her foot, the towel forgotten.When he looked up again, his eyes were full of warmth. "If only you were always this agreeable."Talia yawned, her eyes glistening with sleepy tears. She was clearly fading fast.Quentin didn't have the heart to keep her up any longer. He finished drying her feet quickly, and when he was done, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her foot.Then he whispered to himself, "On our w
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