"Smart man," she purred. The way they jostled together when Geralt took the stairs, she was certain it was two at at time, made her laugh. She held tighter to him, relented her teasing until they were safely in the elevator.

Nina dared to lean back then - there were plenty of walls to rest against and she trusted the witcher's sense of balance - and she grinned at Geralt.

"That was impressive," she breathed. She knew her cheeks were getting warm, could feel the way her pulse had picked up with arousal and excitement.