“What memory am I supposed to recall?” Connor muttered. “Why must Haziel speak in riddles most of the time? It has been more than six thousand years, but she’s as irritating as ever. Damn it!”
Connor lay for the next several minutes while Harley continued to doze soundly next to him. He watched, amused, when Harley gradually scooted closer and pressed against him. He chuckled and pulled at Harley until the man ended up with his head resting on top of Connor’s chest. They remained in that position for quite a while. Connor grinned when Harley woke up and almost immediately blushed upon realizing how they were positioned.
“Sorry.”
Connor shook his head. “It’s fine, and don’t worry about your morning wood. I have one, too. It’s a very natural thing. I don’t know why mortals seem so embarrassed about nudity and sex.”
“Because in a polite, civil society—”
“There’s nothing wrong with nudity or sex.”
“No, but—”