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Benson I surveyed the room. The furniture inside was minimal. A couple of dark leather couches and chairs, the rest of the large room was bare becasue I aked for it to be that way. I pulled Eileen against me, her back to my front. I leaned down to whisper gruffly in her ear.

The floor was made of shiny, polished hardwood, and there was a soft, plush rug in the center of the room. In the corner of the room stood a tall, wooden bookshelf, filled with books of all genres. The books looked old, but well-kept, and they gave off a distinct smell of aged paper. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration as I looked at the collection. There was a large, comfortable-looking couch against one of the walls, adorned with a plethora of soft cushions and blankets. In front of the couch was a wooden coffee table, on which Marcus had placed a tray with two glasses and a decanter of amber liquid.

“Your bed is… huge. I’d drown in it.” August laughed. “Alright. Couch it is.” He grabbed some pillows, fluffed them more than necessary, then tucked a blanket around me. “Is that comfortable?” “As much as it can be.” “Good.” But instead of going back to his room, he pulled a book from his bag, his copy of The Brothers Karamazov, and sat on the armchair closest to the couch. The last thing I thought before drifting off was that his bookmark was close to the end.

I said. A dark grey leather couch and love seat were squared off with two light grey recliners. Black steel side tables were in between the love seat and sofa. And there was another one in between the two matching recliners. They have a huge entertainment center with a 70-inch big screen tv bolted into the wall. No wonder their parents wanted bookshelves. The shelves were filled with hundreds of books. The walls were painted a light grey color. It was stunning.

Compromising, she ran her fingers through her shoulder length tresses and then stepped out into the living room. “Admit it,” Neo grinned at her from the couch, “you didn’t think that they’d fit.” “I did not.” “That’s okay.” He shifted so that he was sitting with his back against the arm of the couch and one leg stretched out along the back of the couch and the other foot rested on the floor. Patting his leg, he told her, “Come sit down.” After she settled down between his legs that were now both stretched out on the couch, he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and covered them both. Surprising her, he handed her a very steamy and extremely spicy book. There were several sticky tabs

All in all, now that I think about it, it was kind of plain in contrast to the suite Brook and Tate lived in. In the living room, I had a sectional couch, that had recliners on each end. It had a brown suede fabric, with black leather trim. I no longer had a coffee table, after the last one broke when Tate and I got a little rough. It had been a new table, but that didn’t stop me from throwing Tate on it and breaking it.

He opened it up before walking inside and flipping on the lights. I followed him into the room, taking everything in. He hadn’t been kidding when he said we had a quarters. The room was open, with a sitting area off to the side in front of a fireplace. There was a black leather couch sitting across from it with a thick cream-colored rug in front of it. A bookshelf sat off to the side and I wanted to go over there. To see just what kind of books Spencer enjoyed reading.

But when I turned around I was faced with that strange couch thing and I hesitated. It was about two feet wide and shaped kind of like a kidney bean, or half of a yin-and-yang symbol—high and round on one end that was about the same height as my bed, but flowing down to a smaller round where the teardrop would be. The whole thing sat in some kind of flat frame that stopped it from rocking, because even the bottom was rounded. The frame had what looked like cords and small belts or cuffs attached to it. As I considered the whole thing, and what it might be used for, my stomach tingled—and got nervy too.

Dante's study was no different from other parts of his mansion. It was dimly lit, luxuriously designed with expensive golden statues and furniture. Just like Dominick, he also had a Jacquard couch sitting in the middle of the huge study room. His love for Jacquard couches made Dominick also love to have couches in his house. He had them at every restaurant ng corner in his house. Dominick sat on one of the wooden facing his working desk which had a laptop sitting on it. Mr. Dante had a classic taste in everything he used and owned. Dominick waited for him patiently.

She felt dirty whenever it occurred to her that the forester slept on this wooden bed every day, often with his body reeking of sweat. Luckily, Zayne made a special effort to put a genuine leather sofa in such a cramped space. Since the cabin’s space was limited, the sofa wasn’t long as it stood about 1.2 to 1.3 meters long. It seems that I can sleep on this couch by curling up on it, she thought to herself.