At Sebastian's words, Viola stared at him with slightly widened eyes from where she lay on the bed. He wanted her to take off his clothes? She thought with pursed lips and a small, nervous gulp. How was she supposed to do that? But then if she didn't, he would lie beside her all night in the same clothes Leni had pressed herself against him in, and she would have to endure an entire night inhaling the scent she despised.
She could tell him to go and sleep in the other room, of course, but she really didn't want him going far away from her. She wanted him next to her. She wanted to feel this mate happiness and all its complex, overwhelming emotions before they disappeared come morning.
