"You know, the demure little church mouse act gets old real fast."
Trenton was obviously tired of it already when pulled back from Anne. A disgruntled huff spurned from the devilish dregs of his throat. He didn't release his hold on her hand, but he moved back enough that she could draw a breath without smelling only him; something expensive and heady. Pinning her with the ferocity of his epic eyes, Trenton was distempered.