Elizabeth stayed on top of Sawyer with her heart still racing and his hands resting comfortably on her lower back.
She didn’t want to move, and he didn’t seem to want her to move, either.
He seemed to be relaxed, and lost in thought; it made Elizabeth wonder exactly what had happened when he was out.
“I take it your day has been more productive than mine.”
Sawyer glanced down at the book Elizabeth had been reading, which had been dropped carelessly on the floor, and then back to her.
“What makes you think that? You seemed pretty engrossed in that book until I got back.”
“I was engrossed in it until you decided to sit on a chair that is clearly not designed for two people and made it impossible to concentrate.”
His eyes shone with amusement, and he slid his hands slowly around to her
