“You’re going to be late,” he mutters, his eyes staying closed. His lips turn up into a knowing smirk.
“I hate you so much right now,” I groan, crawling back into his side.
“Lies,” he teases. “You’re thinking of ways to get me n***d right now.”
“Well, I’ve been doing that for the past three years,” I admit. “However, a joint shower wouldn’t break any rules.” I glance at him and grin. “You said no s*x. You never said we couldn’t be n***d at the same time.”
He coughs out in laughter and rolls over to his side, facing me. “I figured it was implied.”
“Well, implied or not, there were no rules saying I couldn’t be naked.” My lips tilt up as he arches a brow at me. I sit up, kneeling on the bed and pull my shirt off, revealing the black lacy b*a underneath. He lays on the bed, his arms fold
