Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Hands 'round my neck, heavenly unfold

Get out of here and back to our bed? She finished with a tentative but playful light in her eyes. Reverie still felt — rattled. Betrayed, more than anything, but the fire of her heat was a merciless thing. Combined with her affection for Dusty Rose, it had driven nearly all logical thought from her.

At least she still had the presence of mind to know they needed to leave. Reverie had already been quite rude, fleeing into someone else's house unannounced, family or no. Getting busy in their spare bedroom would be crossing another line entirely, she felt.