I hope you haven't been waiting long." He leans down to kiss her cheek, lightly touching the other side. Suddenly his senses are full of shampoo and p...rfume, the touch of living silk against his lips.Something tells him to take her mouth and he listens. She gives it back, leaning into the kiss, and for a few moments too long it feels like the only natural thing to happen since he walked into the plaza. His hand moves to her neck, his fingers around the nape while his thumb grazes her throat.. It wasn't a sexual tingle at all—Mr. Snow was old enough to be her grandfather!—but it nudged her heart and soul to life in a different way."Eat up, Mariah. Then, go home. You're exhausted, my dear." Nik's voice was soft and gentle. He put a heaping plate on the table in front of her. "When you're done, we'll share a cab. I don't want you walking in this snow." Snow?" Mariah looked out the window in surprise. Sure enough, the darkness of evening was alit with fluffy white snowflakes. "I'd been. Amanda hadn't applied to any private schools. Why would she? She had already gotten into the secondary school she was attending in the fall. "I know Amanda hasn't applied to anymore schools," Mrs. Tagger said. "This isn't one she applied for," the man said quietly, "Her name has been down since she was born." Amanda was stunned. What was this about? How could her name have been down for a school since she was born? "Could I come in?" the man asked. "I think you'd. “Never even tried it at all?”“Nope, I guess Mark just isn’t into it, he’s never asked,” Leslie laughed, sipping her fruity looking cocktail.“Wow, I…I don’t know I love it and I can’t imagine not even asking once in six years,” I told her.“Shelly takes it up her ass for you then, I assume?” she grinned nervously at me.“Look at the filthy mouth on you,” I teased her. “Yeah, all the time, it hurts after we do it though so I usually have to wait a week or so before I stick it up there.