So maybe Xan could be the more clear-headed of the two of them, for once. Kind of. Everything about this, about him was a little too heady for her mind to be too clear.

She moved off his lap onto unsteady feet, kind of grateful that she could then immediately sink to her knees by the side of the bed.

Between his legs.

"Come on, get closer to the edge," she murmured, which was not a metaphorical thing but a request for him to move a little. Though maybe that metaphorical bit, too.