Chapter 120 Tomb Raider's Reward Ch2

• She’s the first to break the kiss. Teeth clack, lips bruised, breath ragged — but she pushes him off, back slamming to the ancient wall hard enough to send dust raining over her hair.
• “Back the fuck off, Hawke!” she snarls, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her palm comes away slick with spit and sweat. “We can find another way—”
• “Sure,” he laughs, voice low and rough. “You wanna dig your pretty nails through a thousand tons of stone? Be my guest, sweetheart.”