Miles shifted slightly in the chair then stilled. What would she do?
Diha planted her hands on the arm rests, then pushed to her feet. She'd had her clothes laundered and was wearing the same black top and leggings from their first trip to Brighton. Funny how a garment with so much fabric could still be so tantalizing. The way it molded to her, showing off and hinting. He'd never thought of the tunic garments as sexy, but on her they were the most alluring thing he'd ever seen.
She took one step, then slid her knee between his thigh and the arm rest. He leaned back, startled and curious. She straddled his lap, her slight weight resting on his knees.
"I get to be worried and scared and happy," she said.
"You do," he agreed.
She bent her head and kissed him with the same heat as before. He would his arms around her, hugging her to him while his mouth made love to hers.