[ Kaz doesn't mean to watch her, but when he turns his eyes in the opposite direction, he catches sight of her faded reflection in the enormous window. His breath stutters and he can't help staring, fresh heat throbbing at his core as she strips off his shirt. If only he believed the Saints could cure him, he might utter a prayer.
He shuts his eyes, instead, and doesn't open them again until he hears her approach. With a short nod, he takes back his shirt, but he's in no state to shrug off his coat in order to dress properly. ]
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He shuts his eyes, instead, and doesn't open them again until he hears her approach. With a short nod, he takes back his shirt, but he's in no state to shrug off his coat in order to dress properly. ]
I suppose there's only the one bed.