Sanford brushed a lock of hair from her face and asked, âHas Karl ever hung out here?â
Maggie shook her head firmly.
âNope.
â
Sanfordâs eyes fixed on her.
âHeâs saying heâll wait for you forever.
Does that touch you?â
Maggie jumped a bit, her eyes flickering.
It seemed heâd overheard her chat with Karl earlier.
No wonder he looked so upset.
âWhy are you always Listening in?â
âQuit dodging the subject.
Look at me and give me an answer.
â
Sanford held her face gently, staring right into her like heâs seeing into her soul.
Maggieâs eyes met his, her voice gentle.
âNope, not really.
â
âWhy not?â
âBecause since I met you, no one else can get to me.
â
Her soft voice, full of determination, hit him deep.
In the light, Sanfordâs good looks seemed to shine and a small smile crept onto his face.
His fingers went to her chin, lifting it carefully.
âDo you remember asking me to teach you to please him? Well, Iâll show you now.
â
His smooth voice had a touch of allure, his eyes fixed on her Lips as he leaned in for a kiss.
Maggieâs eyes sparkled and she quickly put her hand up, stopping his Lips.
âTrue harmony is all about being on the same page mentally, not physically.
You should teach me how to make you happy that way.
â
Sanfordâs eyes narrowed a bit, catching the playful look in her eyes.
He got what she meant instantly; she would hold a grudge now.
She was getting back at him for almost embarrassing her in the car earlier.
Sanford pulled her hand away gently, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
âWhen your bodyâs chill, your mindâs chill too.
So, first step to making me happy: chill out my body.
Like soâ¦â
His fingers, long and smooth, glided over her thigh, creeping upward slow.