***Trigger warning: precursors to an implied autopsy.
This man! Misty thought as she blushed. She hated even more that she actually got excited and hoped that he would give her a show. Down girl she told her libido. She closed her eyes and took a deep meditating breath, but even that made her acutely aware of the man across from her. His warm honey scent lingered in the air, and she felt that she could drown in it.
"I am going to pretend you didn't say that," she scolded. "Now isn't the time for… that."
"Which means that there will be a time in the future for," Muckle paused and sent her a searing look that tied her stomach in knots, "that." His voice was like a humming purr. Misty shivered and turned her head to look out of the window.