Sophie And The Scorching Sicilian - Plot & Excerpts
Even when they clashed—actually collided—it seemed as if there was a connection there. Why wouldn’t he stop looking at her? Did he feel something too? Was there something more to this than she’d thought? ‘No! It’s just physical.’ It’s only sex and it will go away when he does, which hopefully will be soon. She cut short the inner dialogue because he was looking at her strangely. ‘What is just physical?’ She froze, her eyes widening in horror. Oh, my God. I said it out loud! His eyes narrowed and his expression became suspicious. Sophie’s heart sank to somewhere below her knees. This is what you get when you let your imagination run away with you. ‘You are injured?’ She expelled a shaky relieved sigh. ‘No, I’m fine.’ As fine as someone who is in danger of getting fantasy and reality horribly confused can be. ‘The work the stonemasons do…it’s incredibly physical. They’re real craftsmen you know,’ she babbled nervously, because of the way he was staring at her…hungrily?
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