Aden Clarkson
The dog trots off toward the door.
Once inside, the animal's nails tap on the hardwood floor. Tail wagging, he looks back and whines. The movement makes his whole body gyrate back and forth.
Thor's actually waiting for her, the thought amuses him.
Aden peers at Sophia with a raised brow, waiting for her enter the building.
"Wow. I think I might be a dog person after all." Sophia brushes past Aden. "At least Thor's friendly and loyal. Oh yeah, and he listens to me."
Aden wraps an arm around Sophia's waist, drawing her to his frame. He shoves the door shut, leaving Thor in the storeroom, whining and scratching to join them outside.
Her body now pinned against the cool, hard surface of the door, squirms under him.
Aden's close enough that he can feel the warmth of her breath on the skin of his neck and chest. Inhaling, he breathes in her scent, which is a mixture of growing anger and arousal.