A peculiar heat crawled up my skin, made it tingle. Aw, mother feather. Not again. And not up here. Groaning, I shut my eyes, but my lids did little to block out my luminescence. To think I was plastered to the chest of the man my body had decided to smolder without my brain’s consent. “I changed my mind, Seraph. Please drop me.” A vibration settled over the rhythmic thuds of his pulse. It took my burning ears a millisecond to decipher the sound—laughter. He was laughing at my predicament.
