““Faint black stubble shadowed his jaw, indicating he was a bedtime shaver, not a morning man. She remembered the feel of that stubble. Against her throat. Her breasts, The inside of her thighs. --- He followed her back into the hall and then into her bedroom, where she shut the door with a firm click of the latch. ... "Did you bring me in here to watch television?" he asked. "Or for some other reason?””
