Anyá tried to get him off lier, but he wouldn’t move.

“Mr. Shaw,” she called him. She was getting annoyed by his crossing the line.

“Daniel,” he said and she was confused.

“What?” she asked.

“Call me Daniel.

e you going to call me Mr. Shaw when we share a bed?” he asked.

“Those words are quite misleading,” she frowned.

“Is it wrong? We do share a bed,” he said, his face still buried in her neck.

“If you tell me, why ...