Dave laughed. "Yeah, well, when I get tired, I forget about all those years of education and revert. How about this then? It's late. We're both tired. Let's go to bed." He plucked the empty beer bottle out of Anissa's hand, then stood up and set both empties on the counter by the sink.
She stood, her movements so graceful Dave had to look away. "I'll just get my stuff out of the bedroom," he muttered. "Then you can have it all to yourself." While he'd be on the pull out, sulking about it.
He froze when he felt her hand on the back of his shoulder. "We could share."
His already hard c**k got even harder. He spun and caught both of her hands in his then searched her face to see if she'd meant what it sounded like. Her expression was open and ripe with honest invitation and Dave felt like
