32. Night
"You going to sleep anytime soon?" Dominic asked.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec," Anemone called from the adjoining bathroom.
Dominic returned to his book on military history. It wasn't particularly interesting but it was definitely chock full of information that would be good for his job. Besides it never hurt to know important historical even-
"How do I look?" Anemone asked, standing in the bathroom doorway. Dominic felt his face go red. She sported a short, black nightgown trimmed in lace. A few pink strands of hair escaped from her loose bun. The black satin curved around her chest and hips, ending where her fingertips gently grazed her thighs. Lace straps covered a small teaspoon of skin on her creamy white shoulders. Her face held a mischievous smile and her pale eyes glinted with satisfaction.
Dominic cleared his throat. "It looks nice,"
Anemone's smile grew wider then faded as she began to shiver. "Cold, cold," She muttered as she dove under the comforter.
Dominic felt his face grow hotter as she nuzzled her face against the crook of her arm.
It was going to be a long night.