"It's a sex scene."
I raised the book pointedly at him. He sat on his armrest again, drinking wine from a goblet, his lips curved into a smirk. Suddenly, we were back to feeling at ease in each other's presence. Though the kiss still lingered, we had decided to push it aside.
"From a book you've almost read in its entirety," he noted.
I gulped, looking down at the open page he had pointed to, my teeth clenched. Chapter thirty of any traditional romance book is a dead end... couldn't he have given me another chapter?
Seriously, he still kept this book? I thought the erotic cover didn't sit well with him. But then again, it was in his library.
I leaned back on the couch, staring at the open page with a bewildered expression. I felt my insides throbbing sweatily even before I started reading.
With the firelight shining warmly on the pages, I let out a long sigh and began to read Lady of Night by George Konnel:
"Tonight I stay, and tonight I keep you wide awake."
