Justin stared at Anna and pulled away.
“I think we should sleep in separate rooms. After further evaluation, you are a butthead,” he said, and she reared her head back.
“Did you just call me a butthead?” she asked, making a face.
He nodded, and she gave him a thoughtful look.
“I guess I’m okay with sleeping in separate rooms. It just means you will just have to wait longer to cross me off your list,” she sighed, and he raised an eyebrow.
He crawled toward her, and she wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. He rested his head on her thigh and looked at her with big eyes.
“I don’t want to cross you off my list,” he said,
Anna sighed, smiled, and fell on the pillow. She blew a breath and looked at the ceiling. Justin kissed her thigh and looked at her. She didn’t swat him away, so he sta
