“What’s next? We’re not doing that naked thing now, are we?” Tora walked over to a stainless-steel refrigerator, opened it, and grabbed two water bottles. She tossed one to Aspen. “Let’s hit the showers and then meet in the library.” “Please tell me we’re not doing the naked thing in the library.” “It’s called melding,” Tora said, taking a long drink. “And no, we’re not doing that in the library.” “Good.” Aspen sighed with relief as she unscrewed the cap from her bottle. “We’re doing that in your bedroom after the library.” She started to choke on her water.
