Alondra leaned forward on the couch so she could see Carmen.
He picked at a thread on the couch, his mind obviously lost in deep thought.
Giddon returned to his place on the couch, his eyes twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Tammy was watching a children's show on television and Lisa was on the couch, trying to concentrate on her writing.
He forced her onto the couch and straddled her.
She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch, lacing fingers behind her head.
For the moment, the soft couch was a haven to her exhausted and aching body.
She leaned back on the couch instead, trying to reassure him with a weak smile.
She curled up on the couch and fell asleep.
It was a risky thing, lying down on the couch with a man, but this was Cade - half asleep and asking her to stay - Cade, who never asked for anything.
She stretched out on the couch beside him; resting her head on his chest and he draped the blanket across her shoulders, his arm falling loosely on her waist.
Bianca was asleep on the couch, the cat curled on her back.
"If you sit on the couch, she'll come to you," she offered, watching as Darian searched the condo.
He took her arm and led her to the couch, retreating to the kitchen for more cookies, water, and a bottle of painkillers.
Jule was resting against couch cushions she'd put on the floor for him.
He crossed to the couch and sat beside her.
Her words lit his blood on fire, and he eased her back against the couch, their magics swirling around them.
She could see a shredded couch cushion and broken glass in the hallway outside the bathroom door and recalled the shape her apartment was in.
He sat her down on the couch and sat down across from her with the knife in hand.
He pressed her back against the couch, and she yielded, her hands touching his face, his soft hair, his neck.
He led her into a large study with a huge, brown leather couch near a dead hearth.
She sat down on her couch, recalling the nights she spent watching television after work.
The Immortal sat at the nearest end of the neighboring couch while Gabriel remained standing opposite her on the other side of the ottoman.
A death-dealer outside her door – or better yet, on her couch – was all that would make him easier about leaving her alone.
Deidre curled up on the couch, eyes thoughtful as she studied him.
Near hyperventilating, she sat heavily on the couch and clutched her head with her hands.
Andre relaxed and sat on the couch near her while Ileana drew close as well.
Rhyn refused it and threw himself onto the comfy couch farther away from Hell's flames.
Katie sat on Kris.s couch, glassy-eyed while her own wound went untreated.
"Making room for Rum-ass's stuff?" she asked, flinging herself on the couch nearby to watch.
By the door of one of these a sick man was lying upon a couch, helpless and pale.
She was finishing her last prayer: "Can it be that this couch will be my grave?"
This couch was high, with a feather bed and five pillows each smaller than the one below.
He was lifted up, carried to his study, and laid on the very couch he had so feared of late.