Xanthippe had missed that look, too. But really, any look of his because they all seemed to see something completely different in her than what anyone else saw, and it was always something she was greedy for.

She was straddling him, her knees on either side of him on the couch, and she knew she would still have to get up so she could get out of her jeans, but right now she was fine letting him distract her with kisses while she reached down to undo his pants. "If you'd texted me you were coming, I would've worn a skirt."

Just so he knew.