Marla looked at him.
Her gaze dropped. Involuntarily. The way gravity works.
The shape of him against his trousers was not ambiguous. Even seated, the outline was — substantial. Her brain supplied the anatomical term and immediately rejected it in favor of the word 'considerable' and then rejected that too in favor of saying absolutely nothing and staring at his face instead.
Her thighs were pressed together so hard she could feel the muscle working.
She pulled her gaze up.
"Everyone would see," she said, her voice cracking on the last word. "There are people — students — let's go somewhere 'else.' Inside. Anywhere with a door—"
"So you're allowing it," he said.
It wasn't a question.
"I — yes." The word came out like a concession, like something she'd been holding back with both hands and had simply lost her grip on. "Yes. I don't — I made a promise. I said I'd — but 'not here.'"
Her voice climbed sharp at the end.
