“You’re going to be late,” he mutters, his eyes staying closed. His lips turn up into a knowing smirk.
“I hate you so much right now,” I groan, crawling back into his side.
“Lies,” he teases. “You’re thinking of ways to get me naked right now.”
“Well, I’ve been doing that for the past three years,” I admit. “However, a joint shower wouldn’t break any rules.” I glance at him and grin. “You said no s*x. You never said we couldn’t be naked at the same time.”
He coughs out in laughter and rolls over to his side, facing me. “I figured it was implied.”
“Well, implied or not, there were no rules saying I couldn’t be naked.” My lips tilt up as he arches a brow at me. I sit up, kneeling on the bed and pull my shirt off, revealing the black lacy bra underneath. He lays on the bed, his arms fold
