"Stop having interesting socks." Booker glanced over his shoulder but no, he couldn't see Nicky's feet. They were hidden under a pile of blankets and probably also tangled with Joe's.

"It's not the first time I've loved a woman with cold feet," he said dryly but his eyes drifted closed and he relaxed in contentment. Especially when his hair was long he liked having it played with.

Booker was essentially a dog. He liked getting pet and pleasing the people around him.