Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!” Dee shrieked. “My eyes!”<br />My own eyes snapped open. Daemon lifted his head, eyes luminous. Then I realized my hands were still up his shirt. I yanked them out.<br />“Oh my God,” I whispered, mortified.<br />Daemon said something that burned my ears. “Dee, you didn’t see anything.” And then he added much lower, “Because you have impeccable timing.”<br />“You were on…her and your mouths were doing this.” I could just imagine her hand signals at that point. She went on. “And that’s more than I want to see. Like, ever.