"I meant the figurative table, not the literal one," she clarified. "Maybe later. I'll return the favor too." The thought of running her hands all over him was a nice one.
There was a beeping from the nightstand. Anya rolled to get the small device. She looked at it for a moment and then tapped the screen a few times. While she had it in her hand she set up a video appointment with Doc Samson. Tomorrow she was heading oversees and that made it a little difficult for a in person session.
"Sorry about that. Just had to finalize some details for tomorrow." She snuggled back in next to him.
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