His ever-present grin widened, and he leaned forward. Suddenly, he was caging her against the back of the sofa. His knee was on the cushion between her legs, and his hands were on either side of her as he moved, lithe as a panther, and trapped her. He placed one hand to her cheek, and she jolted at the touch. He shushed her quietly and leaned in just a few more inches. He smelled faintly like an antique shop and cologne. A little bit like that pleasant and warm smell a place gets when it’s filled with old things.
