His tone made her look over at him. It was a serious question.
She frowned. "Why would it?"
He cleared his throat. "Well, I mean, after what happened…I don't…"
Reaching over, she took his hand. "Deucalion, you have needs, too. As long as you were thinking about me and my ass, I can live with it."
He snorted and laughed. "I don't think you have to worry about me thinking about another female."
Jumping off a metaphorical ledge, she asked the question she would have asked before the incident. "So, what do you think about?" she asked, looking down at his hand while she played with his scarred fingers.
"You."
She felt her cheeks flush again. "What about me?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his other hand come up to stroke her cheek with his thumb. "Pretty sure you know. I still wa
