Chapter 8
I collapsed beside Tyler on the bed. He turned toward me and curled into my side. “You realize I’m gonna want more, right?” he said, throwing a sweaty arm over my chest.
I wrapped my hand around his neck and squeezed lightly. “I’m in the same boat, boy.” I played with his hair. “You hungry, by the way?”
“Starving.” With a sigh, Tyler moved away and sat up. He looked over at me. “Is that your way of saying we need to get some work done?”
“Not subtle enough?” I said.
“Hardly,” he replied.
“Well, I suppose it’s hard for me to be subtle, what with my sheer effervescence as a human being.”
He chuckled. “So you’re full of bubbles, you’re saying?”
“Funny.” I got out of bed. “Come on, let’s clean up and eat, then do some more research.” I held out my hand and he took it as he ros
