His neck burns warmly when she raises her leg over his shoulder, her robe parting even further when she leans back against the keyboard. Scenes from his fantasies go off like flashbulbs in his mind and he swallows hard, his deep-set eyes betraying his infatuation as his gaze traverses the curves of her body.

"Well...there is truth in what you say. So much so that I'm beginning to suspect that you are this mischievous nymph bewitching me with these daydreams. Or perhaps I'm simply wishing that you might be her, at least."