Her gaze travels further up, and she starts when their eyes meet. Once again, she’s been caught, pinned under Theo’s gaze. His hands have stilled now, and he’s watching her with a knowing look. His mocking smile is betrayed by his eyes though—the heat in them gives him away. She blinks, feeling like a fly trapped in amber, while internally cursing herself for being so easy, so naïve. She’d held onto her virginity for seventeen years before Ron. She’d never let her libido take precedent, not when they had a war to win, and she had classes to top. Even her impassioned make-out sessions with Viktor hadn’t left her doe-eyed and mindless. But them...