Kindle -
It feels like punishment and maybe it is, but the Thief pretends polite distance and when he sits in a loose shirt, strong forearms precise on the table in front of him and every new millimetre of skin thrilling in the harsh summer light, her heartbeat stutters and she tenses her jaw because he's only a thief, and it's none of his right.
His eyes flick to hers and back, twice and frowning to find her steadfast in her gaze, a lopsided smile growing in query.
She traces the line of his neck and his eyes catch heat.
(She smiles.)
