You, Wriothesley were spending the night Neuvillette.

Late evening, the sun slowly beginning to set while Neuvillette sat there in his somehow fancy pajamas, tea in the other hand.

One goodnight kiss wouldn't hurt right?

I walked over to him, leaning forward and placing a unexpected long passionate kiss on his soft lips.

"Goodnight monsieur Neuvillette!"

I spoke while I began towalking twords the bedroom,

leaving that shocked look on his face.