Well, Jenny thought, he certainly likes to cuddle.
It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just…” His eyes dropped from hers again, almost as if- Jenny looked at him sharply as an idea occurred to her. Could the Nordic god be shy?
Jenny was struck again by the contrast between his attractiveness and his shyness. It was endearing.
She trailed off when she realised Will was turning a dull red. For a big, muscular guy, he sure blushed a lot.
