It had been long time since he and February had been seen in the public eye together, and it was the last time they had - that morning in the hospital - that his feelings for her had begun to bloom. He had little issue addressing her by Miss Lynch, but keeping his outward emotions in check would be the most difficult part: the smiling would need to be kept to an appropriate minimum, as would the teasing and the laughing.

He bit his lip to avoid laughing as she bounded off the bed to rid of her clothes through magical means. She was a tease and she knew it; there was no way she was unaware of the effect she had on him and his body. Of course she knew, he thought, letting out a barking laugh as she nearly tackled him as she landed back on the bed.

"How will I ever resist you like this?" he teased as he moved into a sitting position so he could tug the sheets from the opposite side of the bed. With a pleasant hum, he covered her with them before quickly tugging off his own shirt."I'd even say this is the wrong type of 'practice' for the months to come," he snickered.

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