Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!†Dee shrieked. “My eyes!â€
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.
“Oh my God,†I whispered, mortified.
Daemon said something that burned my ears. “Dee, you didn’t see anything.†And then he added much lower, “Because you have impeccable timing.â€
“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.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout
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