Adaline bites her lip as the toy starts to slide into her. She flexes her fingers but doesn't try to pull away from the grip he has on her wrists. Once again, that tone of voice sends a shiver straight through her. Her heel presses into the back of his thigh. The flush in her cheeks is dark and enduring. She bites her lip for a second.

"You did say that," she says, the corner of her mouth tugging into a smirk. "I must look like that kind of girl."