Misha pulled up a chair, sitting on the other side of the table. He caught the barest trace of a smile on Bella's lips, as though she was thinking things that she wouldn't give voice to. Whatever it was, it looked to be in Misha's favour.
"I can't help it if your mind goes there," he pointed out, with a matching smile.
"I didn't say anything about sex."
He leaned forward, pulling the book she was reading toward him and glancing down at the page.
"Of course then again, you are reading a textbook about breeding, on a Sunday afternoon. That might not be helping."