Chapter 7

• Because while the movie was a movie, it was an erotic one. And it was well done. Meaning, when the hero and the heroine finally got between the sheets, I wasn't entirely convinced the actors weren't actually doing it. And, well, what could I say? I was human. Not only was I human, but I hadn't had a boyfriend in almost a year and a half. Being the kind of woman who couldn't have sex outside of a relationship, that meant I hadn't been laid in a year and a half. My body was painfully aware of that fact. So as I sat there next to Byron, his knee actually brushing my shoulder, I pressed my thighs tightly together to try to ease the throbbing there.
• "Miss. Marlow," Byron's voice called, a little softer than usual, a little less cruel-sounding. "Come sit up here."
• Oh, God.