Boothill slowly ran his hands down your arms, his calloused fingertips grasping your wrists in such a subtly possessive manner that it sent shivers up your spine.

It had never meant to get that far - the two of you had gone out for an indulgent drink, nothing more. Yet the ranger couldn't help the way his insides twisted as others flirted with you.

"You know I only have eyes for you, doll." Boothill murmured silkily into your ear, his breath grazing your skin.