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Hours later, Diana was standing over a slumbering Alec. He was out. He hadn’t stirred at all when she’d come inside his room. Not even his chest was moving, but that was probably because of the whole being dead thing.
It was actually a very nice chest, not unlike the kind Abercrombie used to have standing outside their stores. She’d never been this close to one actually.
Alec had also stripped down to his shorts, a silky looking boxer brief thing that hugged his hips. The sheet was thrown carelessly over the good parts. She decided to wake him up before she got tempted to move the fine Egyptian cotton away.
With a regretful sigh, Diana put her hand on Alec’s bare arm. He woke with a start, sitting bolt upright with vampiric speed.
“Told you it would work,” she said, averting her ey
