Sophia Mahoney
His hands glide over her legs, and she jerks forward. "What are you doing?"
"Stop moving." He repositions her on his lap. "I want to hold you. That's all."
She gazes into his dreamy eyes. Squirming on his thighs, she tries to slide off.
He smiles, then shakes his head. "Be still." Gently, he cradles her in his arms, holding her across his lap. When she tries to move again, he keeps her firmly in place. "Let me hold you."
She lays her head on his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"What are you going to school for? What's your major?"
"Fine arts. I'll have a Master of Arts come spring." Oh, my God, we just had s*x - hell, we transferred a flow of magic between us, and now, we're having a casual conversation about school. Is this normal?
"Art school?
