Less was more. Sarah was in agreement with that thought. Sarah's body, even more so. Which meant that after a particularly hungry kind of kiss, she needed to scramble off his lap and onto her feet. Just for a moment. Because unfortunately, while her jeans weren't exactly skinny, they were on the tight side enough that she couldn't get them off while straddling anyone.

Not without falling off the fucking couch in the process, anyway.

"This is just 'cause I need to get these bloody things off meself."

Just in case he'd think she was bolting. Even though nothing about her seemed to suggest that, because one look at the way her gaze dipped down his body while she was undoing her pants said enough about what she was thinking right now.

And it wasn't bolting.