““Wished for the days when she might have had the time to bed her gods-damned lover and not choose to catch a few hours of sleep instead. She’d meant to. Last night, they’d returned to the inn, and she’d bathed faster than she’d ever washed before. She’d even emerged from the bathing room naked … and found her Fae Prince asleep atop the glowingly white bed, still clothed, looking for all the world like he’d intended to close his eyes while she washed.””
