Kyle slipped his arm around her and pulled her head onto his shoulder. "Make yourself comfortable," he whispered. His shoulder did, in fact, feel very comfortable.
"You're tired," he said, gently stroking her hair. "Don't bother to talk, just close your eyes. That's it."
He stroked the hair away from her temples with soothing fingers, then gently touched her long eyelashes with his forefinger. "They're like black silk fringes," he whispered, kissing her ear.
After a few minutes, the warm room, the drink, the soft music, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest had their effect. Kara's own breathing became slow and deeper, and she drifted off into a strange dream.
In her dream, she was in Doctor Max's arms. She felt his mouth on hers, his body hard against her, his fingers unfastenin
