He was staring at the printer, his eyebrows knitted together. “So it just stopped working?” His voice was soft velvet and I wanted to feel it against my cheeks. I nodded.

“Yes.” More silence. Smooth, Swan.

He ran his hand through his hair again, pausing a moment before gesturing a long, thick arm toward… my lap?

“May I take a look?”

My brain was sludge. Take a look at what? Me? My hands pressed flat on my thighs, my mouth opening slightly…

Oh. My computer tower, under the desk.

“Of course.” Can one die from shame?

Edward came around to my side of the desk. I scooted my chair backwards, but there still wasn’t much room for two. He quickly knelt in front of me; his lean torso was about six inches from my bare legs. The air around me was thick, like I could physically stick out my tongue and taste the space between us. His lithe body was under my desk, touching my computer. His shirt had ridden up a bit, become untucked, and I could see a sliver of his smooth back above his dress pants.

I sat there, completely blank. For once, I had no analysis of the situation. My brain was on overload from this day, and I could only stare at the thin line of skin, absently wondering if he tasted like sugar, or limes, maybe smooth white chocolate. I licked my lips.