““What exactly, my love, do you think you’re doing?” Blake looked down at her. “These stairs make me nervous. I just wanted to make sure you got down them okay.” Livia felt silly now. He was obviously fine. Their slow spiraling dance actually made her a little dizzy instead. “And if I trip like the delicate flower that I am?” Blake asked, drawing near. “I was hoping I would break your fall, if you fell…which you won’t.””
