Sleet Kitten (Sleet, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

My stirring must have woken him, because he slowly blinked his eyes open and looked down at me. It was the most adorably adorable thing I had ever witnessed. I kind of wanted to shave off one of his eyebrows just to bring him down a peg and onto a more even playing field. But he’d probably find a way to make that look good, and that would just annoy me even more.

When cheers break out around me, I realize that we stared at each other for the entire anthem. Well, if lusting after one of our great nation’s professional athletes isn’t patriotic, I don’t know what is.

I need to try to be reasonable about this. It’s just a few pictures. It doesn’t tell the whole story. Sure, she’s touching him and he’s looking at her chest, but maybe… I don’t know, maybe she spilled some of her venom down her cleavage. And maybe right after those shots were taken he told her to go fuck a porcupine before storming away.