“Is anyone going to come back here?” I asked, running my hand slowly down her leg, towards the hem of her dress. She was wearing a black pair of tights underneath it, along with her favorite pair of combat boots, and I wanted to rip them off of her. Eryne shook her head. “Not likely… but there’s always a chance.” Her voice was breathy, her scent growing even stronger. She liked this, I realized.
