Nina's efforts stilled as Geralt's lips brushed down her neck. Goosebumps rose and faded across her skin in answer to the shiver that rushed through her. Her eyes closed, just for a moment.

She almost apologized for the way her braid just sort of fell, except she felt the skip in Geralt's chest and the catch in his breath. And that sent a pleasant heat spreading through her cheeks.

The cork popped out and set it and the screw inside the basket again. Nina tried not to dislodge Geralt from where he was as she lifted the bottle and drank right from it.

"I think you underestimate how much time I spent around soldiers and Barrel thugs," she quipped. "That I've been both of those."