I shook my head, and laughed glumly. "You make me feel like a villain in a melodrama- twirling my moustache while I try to steal some poor girl's virtue."
His eyes were wary as they flashed across my face, then he quickly ducked down to press his lips against my collarbone.
"That's it, isn't it?" The short laugh that escaped me was more shocked than amused. "You're trying to protect your virtue!" I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle the giggle that followed. The words were so... old-fashioned.
"No, silly girl," he muttered against my shoulder. "I'm trying to protect yours. And you're making it shockingly difficult."