From Engagement Rings to Morning Zings

The pillow his him square in the face, and he scowled into the fabric, claiming it to rest his head on, while he stayed laying down, staring at her. 'course I remember. You made the first move, practically undressed me, he smirked up at her, brown eyes wandering appreciatively over her sheet-covered form.

And after, you fell asleep before pulling anything on. He'd pulled on shorts, unwilling to sleep entirely nude lest he need to get out of bed to defend himself. It was probably her only saving grace at the moment, the way her cheeks were flushed.

You made sweet little sounds, he purred, more amused than anything at her reaction.