Mother, it was hard not to direct him to the bed and declare it her most favorite spot in all of Prythian when he said please. All be cause of the word please. Or maybe it was because of the way he touched her face, and brushed back her hair. He may as well had been giving her the most intimate of kisses.
Feyre had to clear her throat twice, before she could venture to speak more. "One is very close." And she cracked a grin realizing how that sounded. "That's not the bed. It's above us."