Soon, they will bone.

May 15, 2009 18:38

I present to you, with limited interruption for sputtering, the sentence that just made Amanda fall on the floor. It is the most unlikely sentence in all of fiction.

He slipped his arm around her shoulders, only to remember too late that she was wearing a flannel gown and robe. Flannel, he thought with a nearly silent groan as she snuggled against him as naturally as if they'd been lovers for years. He'd always had a weakness for flannel.
No. No! I feel pretty confident that no straight man in the history of the world has ever gotten a boner from flannel. Maybe some of our gay friends who like lumberjacks. But not this guy! Or maybe...

Of course! I understand now. This book is set in the '90s. That explains it.

She'd probably think he was crazy-most men fantasized about a woman wrapped in something far more seductive ... or nothing at all. But there was something about the soft warmth of flannel that he found incredibly appealing. All to easily, he could see his woman alone with him in a cabin in the woods, kissing him as he unbuttoned the buttons of her flannel gown one by one ...

Stiffening at the thought-
I see what you did there.

harlequin, the_gays

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