"You know me so well," he murmured, leaning in to steal another kiss. "But I'm a Slytherin. We're practically required to cheat."
He slipped his arms around Caroline's waist, marveling at how lucky a bastard like him had managed to get. Salazar only knew where he'd be right now had she not come charging into his life with all the subtlety of a rhinoceros (though she would probably argue that it had been him who'd done the charging). If this had stayed merely a fling, something that was sex-only, as it was supposed to have, he wouldn't be here with her right now.