"Mmmm, thanks, but then I can't kiss you," Alana said, squirming against him and helping him take her shirt off in the process. (Human boys weren't great with blind wing-handling in general, she'd found.) "It's a whole dilemma thing."

Not that she didn't intend to have fun trying to solve the conundrum. Right now, for example, rubbing a free hand over the curve of his bottom was almost as good as seeing it would have been.