"Oh... I'm..." Harper's head was spinning, and had this been an anime series, there would be blood coming down her nose. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't be touching you, but here I am... And I'm... Shit... What am I even saying?"
Saint snorted, seemingly massively amused. "You have a way with words."
Harper blushed.
Underneath her sweaty hands was a man that looked like s*x served on a platter. Why did Saint have to look like such a grownup?! Harper couldn't fathom this was her mate.
Saint's muscular arms were parked underneath his head, and he silently studied Harper in amusement. Her hands were unconsciously squeezing his pecs, something which he liked.
"This is so embarrassing," Harper said. "I don't know what to do."
"What do you want to do?"
"Well..." Harper nervously laughed. "I li
