Solomon had never paid such close attention to a person, and yet not heard a single thing that they'd said at the same time.
The kiss the two had shared in the closet was dangerous.
It had single-handedly stoked a fire inside Solomon that would not so easily be ignored.
The dull, rolling heat that settled below his abdomen only fueled his wandering eyes and enticing memories.
He raked his gaze over every single inch of her human disguise.
She was a beautiful, curvaceous figure. More of a work of art than a simple woman.
Solomon felt a minor satisfaction in knowing that he was the only one here who had gotten to see her true, beautiful face.
He was thankful that Yari's class wasn't one where they were asked to stand up and speak.
Time went by at a snail's pace for Solomon, though he wouldn't complain about that.
Though when class inevitably ended, he was more than simply a little bit thrilled.
