he moved lower , knowing this was her first time and wanting it to be perfect . his kisses turned greedy and urgent and- a loud ding startled him and he broke off the kiss . exactly what the dream book had told her . he sipped his coffee , watching me closely over the rim of his cup . frost knelt beside me , gazing up at me with those storm-grey eyes . probably because it seemed like the sort of moron thing he 'd do , trying to scare me . his walking stick some of the time . 