His muscles twitched slightly beneath her hand, anticipation making each brush of her fingers more vivid even if he knew the patterns she was tracing. Smooth skin and runes and scars that shouldn't be so sensitive but almost tingled when Magnus touched them.

As she looked down at his hand, Alec froze, certain that she would tell him to stop. When Magnus slid his hand beneath the shirt, he smoothed his hand along her thigh, unsure if should touch her anywhere else even if he wanted to. "Magna... Where do you want me to touch?"