Psyke pulled a face, accepting the fact that she was guilty about lying to him. But it was a good lie! A good lie, with sexy results if Tristan played his cards right. Psyke really had no desire to be at the gala, as she wasn't much for dancing (well, she liked drunkenly dancing, but that totally wasn't her image anymore). She did like dressing up and looking fabulous, so that part was definitely fun.
Really, all she wanted was to go home with Tristan and be with him. Alone. Without schedules or babies crying (her parents were more than happy to watch their darling granddaughter) or quidditch matches. The whole weekend was theirs, and Psyke planned to take advantage of it.
"How long do we have to stay?" she asked softly, her hands going to Tristan's chest, playing with his tie.
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