"I—I didn't ask you to show up for me, you know? I appreciate what you did, but—"
"Come over."
He had his eyes on me and didn't point where he wanted, but somehow, I knew.
A knot tightened in my stomach. Each day, Marshall shed his skin and stepped into a darker one. I still couldn't believe he used that flame stuff on me. It had left a wariness in me around him in such moments.
You're in a restaurant, Solayne. He wouldn't go extreme.
Correction: Private dining room.
Sucking a breath in, I stood up and walked over to his side of the booth, stopping at the edge of his knees.
He smiled with his eyes, just before he spread his knees apart.
Shit. And today, of all days, I was putting on a skirt.
I settled between his legs, straddling him, my legs resting on either side of his. My skir
