It had startled me because I hadn’t expected it. Mostly it had startled me because the confident stroke of Magnus’ tongue over mine had made every nerve in my body snap to life, like a log on the library fire suddenly snapping out a shower of sparks and waking me from a daydream. And these sparks were still racing around my body, lighting me up in places I was used to being asleep. It was all very extreme. I wasn’t used to extreme.
