*As soon as she leaves the bathroom, he can't look at anything but her; he watches her make her way around the bed, the lace-trimmed red silk swirling around her thighs.*

*He bites his lower lip, appearing to be mulling something over. As she lays down next to him, he rolls on his side, trying to catch her gaze with his, and murmurs,*

I dreamed of you in that -- more than once.

*He doesn't say anything else about it. He feels that he has already said too much on the subject. It's better to have her here; she's more beautiful than he remembered. Under the blanket, he reaches out a hand, rests it the space where her waist curves into her hip.*

Where did you sleep?