Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash.
He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.
I thought you couldn't make it here until morning," I said. "I hurried.
If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.
It's easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.
Charles could care less about shoes - and he suspected he wasn't alone among men in his feelings. Shoe, no shoe, he didn't care. Naked was good, though over the past couple of weeks he was beginning to think that dressed in his clothes was a decent second best.