Slowly, laboriously, Marc sat up. "If you're determined to make the transition tonight, then we need something sharp and something to tie our hands together."
"Got it. You recover. I'll be right back." Aldara hopped out of bed and ducked into the adjacent bathroom. A few moments later, she returned. "So a knife and some kind of rope." She opened a small cosmetics case and rummaged inside it, coming out with a pair of manicure scissors. "How about these?"
Marc sat up against the headboard, having recovered enough while she was in the bathroom to enjoy the side of her padding through his bedroom, unselfconsciously naked. "There's a pocket knife on that silver tray on the dresser," he told her. "And I think there might be a handkerchief in the top drawer. My mother keeps giving them to me f
