He made a grand production of rising, pulling the covers back, and getting in, then waiting expectantly.
"Do I have to rest with you?" Her irritation felt like effing razor blades.
"Energy infusion. You’re going to need it," he seriously spoke, and tempted.
"Sure, I bet you offer that to all the fallen angels." Sedona flounced toward him, intuitively knowing he spoke the truth. Knowing from previous experience he could achieve it. She let the blanket fall, then lifted up the covers sliding in. "This is completely awkward. And my hair is still wet."
The Very Thought of You
By Lynn Kurland
By Colette Gale, An Erotic Novel of The Phantom of the Opera