QUOTE : What shall we say when people ask us how we met?”<br /><br />The corners of her mouth twitched. “We’ll say I was in my nightrail, brushing my hair in peaceful solitude, when you climbed up to my balcony and—”<br /><br />“Do you even have a balcony?”<br /><br />She pursed her lips. “You’re not invited upon it, regardless.”<br /><br />He gave her a slow, naughty smile. “No one’s ever *invited* to scale a balcony.