It was suddenly very hard to breathe with a Goddess of Love in your personal bubble and calling you out on a few little white lies told to salve your own failing ego.
"If fiction weren't more interesting than truth, imagine how many starving authors there'd be out there." Tossing back the rest of his beer, Zel waved the empty bottle at the bartender in a signal for another. Hell, he might as well bring him a couple more if this too warm hand on his thigh were any indicator of what he might be up against - and that wasn't even counting the rest of the woman attached to the hand.
"What'd you expect me to say, 'Dite? Going through a bit of a slump, almost forgot what it was like waking up to someone else hogging the covers?"