Ripley woke with someone poking at his cheek and he lazily opened his eyes to find that Scarlet was the culprit, her face flushed and her eyes concentrating on what she was doing. He wasn’t ready to get up yet; he wanted to hold her a little longer before their duties would take over again.
“Pixie…” He complained with his voice still husky from sleep.
“Ripley, you’re really hot.” She answered.
“Thanks, Pixie.” He smiled, knowing well that wasn’t what she meant.
Her face flushed a darker shade when she realized he’d taken it as a flirting comment. “No, I mean you’re boiling me alive…that hot.” She protested with embarrassment.
He chuckled with amusement. “No take-backs.” He teased and nuzzled into her neck, feeling her cringe at his stubble. He still hadn’t shaved and he guess
