Well, what about the first time I piss you off? I'll need it to get into your panties then.

[His eyes are still shut, his focus is still on her...and he can almost feel it, that longing to hold onto him, echoing his own.

The feel of his hand slips away...but he's aware of what he's doing now, and it's so easy it's scary as that touch is replaced with the warm weight of his body pressed against her side, the sensation of his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her side closer against the front of his body.]

And you're not slutty. Trust me, if you were? I wouldn't be letting my sister do a 'date ready' sweep of my apartment every time you visit.