“Oh, yeah, sure.” Summer came in and looked around the foyer awkwardly. “I guess … your bedroom is down the hall?”
“Yes it is,” she nodded, shutting the door behind Summer. “Follow me,” Allison smiled and walked to her room. She sat back where she was in front of the mirror and continued to curl her hair. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Glancing around, Summer took up a perch on the edge of the wide bed, letting her tiny bag slide down to rest at her feet. “So, um. Anything you want to ask?” She tried not to stare too obviously, hoping that her expression was controlled. God, Allison was so beautiful, and without even trying Summer could feel the quick flick of her mind and controlled arc of emotions.
She wanted to get up and take the curling iron from Allison’s hand, fix the huntress’s hair herself. Run her hands over those shoulders, kneel at her feet and hold her shoe — Summer shook herself mentally. “Anything at all?”