Caspian took Anastasia’s hands and put them around his neck. He then grabbed his wife’s tiny waist and asked her in a low, seductive whisper, “Step on me.”
“Hmm?” Anastasia didn’t know what he meant by that.
Caspian tapped one of his feet and said while pointing his brows there, “Step on my shoes. Don’t worry about them getting dirty.”
Anastasia did just as she was asked. She carefully adjusted both of her feet on his shoes while also making sure to hold him tightly with her hands.
Caspian smirked in amusement when his short wife became relatively taller and her face was closer to his. After making sure that Anastasia wasn’t going to slip off from his shoes, he whispered again, “Here we go then.”
Anastasia took a deep breath and braced herself for the flight. This time though, she kept her eyes open, and instead, gazed at her husband’s perfect face as the two of them slowly began hovering in the air.
