Chapter Twelve
“Are you sleepy?” Eric asked as he pulled on his pajama bottoms.
If she’d answered yes, what would he have done? Put her in a bonnet and a baby onesie and tucked her into her crib? “Sleepy” was the kind of word you used with children, not with adults... and certainly not with adults you’d just f****d in the shower.
“I’m exhausted,” Savannah chuckled as Eric pulled on a white T-shirt. “How could I not be tired after all that physical exertion? You really wore me out.”
His n*****s were hard. Their faint pink hue showed through the lightweight fabric. “Do you want to go to bed?”
“Not yet,” she said, trampling his words.
He trampled back. “I was just thinking, if Stacy’s going to be out all night we could just as easily sleep together.”
Falling beside her on the co
