With her hand on his leg, she could feel how solid it was.
'Is this what they mean by tall and long-legged?'
Celeste Grant glanced down and, courting death, commented, "Nice legs, Exalted One."
Javier Sinclair: "…"
'This woman vanishes for half a month, and the moment she returns, she's this shameless. Touching my leg? Her flippant tongue is utterly improper.'
His gaze drifted subconsciously to the small face so close to his. 'How strange. I actually find looking at her to be… comfortable, pleasant. She's decent-looking, even beautiful. Why hadn't I noticed at first? Could it be that after spending so much time together, her influence is rubbing off on me?'
Javier Sinclair's gaze traveled from her forehead, past her nose, and finally landed on her lips. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to taste them.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he instinctively turned his face away.
'When did my mind start filling with such improper thoughts?'
