He glanced briefly in my direction, then lowered his head and moved to loiter by the large windows, his back still to me as he stood watching the snow fall with his hands rammed deep into his jean pockets. My eyebrows rose in surprise at his near-perfect timing and I wondered if he had secretly been watching me and waiting for the film to finish. I quickly pushed such a stupid idea away with a dismissive grunt – this man was in no way organising his daily schedule around me, of that much I was almost certain. I was getting quite familiar with the sensations that coursed through my body whenever Sean was near – the tingling hairs on my arms, thumping pulse, flushed skin, and rush of blood to my core as my arousal peaked – but familiarity didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Especially when I had the view of his fine bum teasing me just a few feet away. Standing up with a sigh, I decided to escape to the kitchen for a coffee refill, but almost as soon as I moved, Sean turned and stared at me with those intense blue eyes of his, causing me to stumble to a standstill just a few steps in front of him.
