“Very civilized,” I said.
“I’m attempting the ninety minutes.”
“How ambitious.”
I slipped my hand through his arm and immediately regretted all my life choices.
He was warm.
Solid.
My fingers rested against his sleeve, and I could feel muscle beneath the fabric, because of course I could. Why would God be merciful today? Why would my nervous system be spared?
Too many muscles to be legal. Could he be on steroids?
Caelin looked down at my hand on his arm like I had given him something precious, and that was somehow worse than the forearms.
The way his expression changed.
The way the teasing softened.
The way his whole body seemed to still, not possessive exactly, not like that first time when he had come at me with all that Alpha-male nonsense and made me want to both slap him an
