Her feet start moving immediately. As she approaches me, she kicks her boots away. First one, then the other. Her wand, complete with forearm holster, lands on my bedside table. When I see her hands fly to the button of her cargo pants, I have to close my eyes. Oh no, no, no. I can't open them again until I hear and feel her slip under the blanket. At least she left her long-sleeved top on, thank Merlin.