Deucalion snorted a laugh. "Whatever you say. I wouldn't say no to Thanksgiving dinner, especially if you cook it."
She couldn't help but grin up at him. Over the past few days, she'd made sure to do some casual touching with him to get herself used to it again. She was pretty sure she was ready to try some nefarious fun, but not complete intercourse. Her body was starting to respond to him again, tightening in certain areas when he'd come out of the bathroom in just a towel, or when he tried to hide his early morning erections by rolling away from her and slipping into the bathroom. She was ready to touch him intimately.
"Can I ask you something now?"
Thinking, she wondered what he wanted to know. Shrugging, she said, "Sure."
Twisting around, he opened the bedside drawer and withdrew
