I’m going to remind you that you said that in the morning, when you come back to your senses.

[ His lips quirk into a smirk against her own, even as he catches her hands and pins them above her head. If only to keep her from wiggling so much - not that it seems to be very effective as she wraps her legs about his waist and tries to drag him down against the enticing heat of her - very naked - body. There’s no way to hide the way he’s hardened beneath his boxers as he half-collapses atop her, pinning her beneath his weight now. He gives a strained groan against her lips when her squirming only emphasizes that even more. ]

Tell me what you thought about.