“Sorry. That is bright.” Mercy rubbed her bare arms, the movement doing wonderful things to her (nearly bare) breasts. “This is going to sound really weird, but would you mind if I spent the night in here?”
She wanted to spend the night with him? Had his letter been taken in a way he hadn’t anticipated?
“Assuming you don’t have mice, that is,” she added.
He blinked at her a couple of times, thought about telling her the rustling in the walls warned that his room might not be as barren of rodents as she would like, but decided he would be downright certifiable to do so. “I don’t mind, no.”
“Oh, good.” Her shoulders slumped a little in relief. She glanced around the room, taking in the scarce amount of furnishings. “Um. You don’t have a big chair or anything I could curl up in?”
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