Chapter 38
Mara's POV
The spell shattered like glass, and reality came flooding back in–the car, the public street, the fact that my shirt was rucked up and his hand was just under it. We were in a dark corner, but that didn't deny our visibility.
Alexander let out a shaky breath, then a soft laugh that was more air than sound. Slowly and reluctantly, he withdrew his hand from my shirt, smoothing the fabric down with such tenderness that made my heart clench.
He didn't move me from his lap though. He just held me there for a while, my head nestled against his shoulder, and both of us silently catching our breath.
"This wasn't how I imagined this," he murmured into my hair, his voice thick with frustration that I found amusing.
"Well, how did you imagine it?" I asked, my own voic
