Yes, I’m jumping around in my wips, but this story is compete (almost). I’m writing the sequels–yes, me with sequels!!–before I tackle the edits and sub it.
“You’re some—“ she waved her hand and the sheet slipped to expose her breast. Hastily, she recovered herself, her face burning “—figment.”
“I’m real.” His head dipped and his mouth ghosted hers, so close their lips almost touched. She felt his mouth lift in a smile. “And naked.”