"This is probably the purpose of this hotel," Cayenne commented while lying her head on Stefan's chest. "I can't believe we become like those students who skip classes and do things like this here."
"I'm not a student, sweetheart."
"Hmph! Are you washing your hands and blame me alone?"
"Of course, not," Stefan answered at once while caressing her naked back. His feathery touches felt a little ticklish and a little hot which made her hum in pleasure. "I have never skipped my class in the past. Travis would have probably hung me on the roof beam if I did it."
"We never talked about it, but how were you as a student?"
