"Fern?" He breathes my name.
"Yes?" I turned to him with an innocent expression on my face.
"Why are you wearing a robe only? Why don't you go and put on your sleeping clothes?"
"I don't want to wear the clothes. Besides, they are constricting, and are difficult to remove."
My words sounded okay and harmless; however, they had a more in-depth meaning.
I stood from the cushion I was sitting on and walked toward him.
"Don't you think the weather calls for fewer clothes?" I smirk, "This way, you can get in and out of it, faster."
Fern swallowed.
"I will take your advice after I have my bath." He looked as if he were on the verge of running out of the room.
I bet he can scent my arousal. And the thoughts of that amused.
"What are you read— goddess!" I cover my mouth with my palm when I *mistakenly* threw the book on the table.
