Nancy didn't care what he looked like. She'd been with men far less attractive than Cooper in his perpetually-teenaged body. Nothing she'd bring up, not right now, when he'd just nearly killed the customer he'd walked in on her with. But he didn't need to be worried about how he looked. If anything, Nancy was more worried about how she looked.

Granted, she usually cheated with magic and makeup, but the inevitable moment when she let him see her without all that.

But her mind wasn't on that, it wasn't on how Cooper looked, it was how he felt. She placed a hand on his cool torso, feeling him as he cupped her breasts. She sighed out-loud, urging him to continue, to get closer to her, as the blanket pooled around her waist.