Malachi tugged her by the hands and pulled her off the sofa and she looked at him questioningly.
“Bed.” He said cryptically, “I have lots of things I want to do with you and none of them can be done on a two-foot-wide sofa.”
She felt strangely self-conscious. Any s****l encounter she had ever had, had always started with making out and then gradually moved into heavy petting and then s*x, similar to their time in the field. However, he was walking her to the bedroom like she was on her way to an appointment or meeting. He was at least holding her hand but his blunt comment and the fact two minutes earlier they had just been talking and laughing on the sofa, hardly felt romantic.
Maybe she didn’t need romance, she thought as she stood nervously in the bedroom while he turned a bedside la
