The grin and the reminder of what had happened last night finally got a smile out of Lottie. It was impossible not to, because that had been just too much fun. She’d had a lot of sex, some of it with love gods, but last night definitely ranked in her top five.
She wasn’t so sure it was worth the fluffy, pink robe, but she wasn’t going to argue with Dei if he enjoyed it that much. Might mean he’d want to do it again some time. Lottie was pretty sure she wouldn’t say no to that. Especially if she could have the full experience without the fuzziness of alcohol added.
“Well hey, if you’re comfortable,” she shrugged. Then she added teasingly, “You know I could get you a robe like that for your birthday or something. Maybe in a more manly color. Like lilac?”
Though it did remind her that while he was covered, even as amusingly as he was, she wasn’t. Except by a sheet, and she didn’t think she should wear that to breakfast with Nem. The end trailing behind her like a cotton train, she made her way to her sister’s closet, looking for something to wear.
“You know, we can look for parts tomorrow or something. You’re not obligated to spend time with me just because--” At the last second, Lottie changed what she’d been about to say. “Just because I cried a little this morning. It’s no big deal.”