Fairies Get Wrinkles Too
Nim sighed contentedly. “There’s nothing better than the First Rain Dew.”
Puck smirked as he sipped his. “Except sharing it with you,” he said, bumping Nim’s sholuder.
She raised an eyebrow at him. You’ve been saying that for the past 300 years and it never gets any smoother.”
“You love me anyway.” She snorted and turned away, enjoying her dew.
He only grinned wider. “I still love you, wrinkles warts and all.”
Nim gasped. “I do no have warts!”
“What about here?” Puck darted forward and tickled everywhere he could reach.
Nim’s laughter shook the dew from the leaves above.