Tracing her finger over the spines of each tome, her thoughts continuously drifted back to the night before. To Silas’ liquid smoke voice in her ear, spilling all kinds of delicious filth until— God, it had taken everything in her not to squirm and blush her way through breakfast. She’d been given the seat next to him, just like before, and he spent the entire meal staring at her like… Well, like he wanted to eat her.
