Finding Mr. Perfect
’ She basked in it.
Inner Devil: ‘What are we? High school? This is too slow!’
Inner Devil 2: ‘Can we skip all this and just strip naked?’
Whether or not it was due to her inner thoughts, Freya grew impatient. She stood, took the magazine from his hands, and sat right on his lap.
Snuggled against him, she kept pretending to read, flipping through the pages and asking him about the French words she didn’t know.
He answered, but Freya could feel it—the way his voice got a little lower, the way his eyes lingered. There was something warm and intense in his gaze now, and it wasn’t just interest.