I raised my eyebrows, as if to say, Really? Again? “Too tired?” She lifted her head, letting tendrils of black-and-silver hair dangle over my face. “You would rather sleep?” My hand ran down her side, following the warmth of her skin and the curve where her waist met her hip. What a predicament, indeed. I pulled her face to mine, resigned to my noble sacrifice. “If you can do it, I can do it.”
their motto!
