She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.

Hello, Doctor. It's your man.

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

All kings are blind. The good ones see this and use more than their eyes to lead.

Man, you cannot be real," the human said softly. "Why not?" "You just can't." She laughed a little. "Well, I am." He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. "Mind if I ask you to prove it?" "How?" "Can I touch your hair?