Having Jesper’s complete attention is a giddy sort of feeling, very different from the intensity she feels under Kaz’s full focus. She likes both, they’re just different variations of the same look, filtered through the person giving it to her.

Jesper, she has realized, is something of a chameleon lover, easily becoming whatever the person he’s with needs. Never in a manipulative way, which is an impressive balance to keep. With her, he is soft and gentle, lets her set the pace, but she never feels uselessly coddled by him, either. She isn’t made of porcelain and he doesn’t treat her like she is, either.

She leans her cheek into his hand as the kiss ends, a grin on her face at his comments. “Flatterer,” she says, playfully insulting but she can’t really stop smirking all the while.