"Like what you see?" she asked with an impish grin.
“What are you doing?” his gloomy tone rang to her ears when she pulled the blanket over the thin lace that was barely covering her body.
“Sleeping. What else?”
"This is my bed.” he protested grimly.
“This is my bed too.” she quipped with a sly smile.
“Nope. Goodnight,” she said and closed her eyes.