When she came to sit on the arm of his chair, Grayson easily slid a hand out to run across her hip. There were relatively few people he could be honestly relaxed in the company of, and at some point Ophelia had become one of those people. That was part of the reason he'd come to the conclusion he had, but he was ... typically at a loss as to how to articulate that part of things in words.
He half-nodded. "Good. From the look of things, we should be able to settle in for dinner on time." Now to find a ... hopefully proper way to bring up what he'd been thinking of lately.
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