“I don't like it back here,” she whispered, “it's spooky.”
“Don't worry,” Ben cuddled her close, “I'll protect you. What do you fancy to eat? Indian or Chinese?”
“Indian,” Juliette replied, “I fancy a bit of spice.”
“You do?” Ben laughed, “a bit of Fifty Shades?”
“Er no,” Juliette smiled, “pain isn't my style.”
“I know all about your style; fluffy onesie's and padded bed socks.”
Juliette pushed him playfully, “it's cold!”
Ben's hand lingered on her buttocks. “You look sexy whatever you wear.”
Juliette chuckled, “you are such a creep. I'm sleeping in the spare bedroom, especially after you encouraged the drag artist to pick on me.”
“Fair enough,” Ben nodded, “I could do with a good sleep anyway. Last time you slept over, you kept me up half the night with your snoring.”
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