My eyes flew up to meet his, and his sheepish grin, the one he always has when he was a little too pleased with himself, was completely gone, completely leaving a bashful look on his face.
"Yeah," he muttered. "That's why I didn't want to move."
I stared at him.
Like… really stared at him.
"Are you… seriously turned on right now?" I asked, voice flat, blinking as the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat mingled in the air.
Sylas gave me a sheepish look. "It's not intentional, alright? Tight space. Gorgeous woman. Adrenaline. Basic male biology. I'm already ashamed of myself as it is."
"I hate men."
"I believe it."
A blood curdling scream tore the air.
"I think someone just got shot."
"And yet… here I am, shielding you... heroically, I guess, with a damn boner," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face, voice thick with mortification. "God, I didn't mean for it to happen..."
