““How many bedrooms did you say there are?” “Six.” “Which one’s ours?” “Tonight, all of them,” I say, and stop. She crashes into me answer I catch her, pulling her hair gently, leaning to kiss the hollow below her ear. “And the living room.” My hands slides up under her t-shirt. “And the dining room.” She bites my lower lip. “The pool table.” “The kitchen,” I say as she rakes her hand through my hair. “Show me.””
