After cleaning up, both of us are back on the bed. Only this time we opt to be out on the terrace, sleeping under the stars.
"I'm not trying to sound like a pervert but-"
I give him a knowing look, we've passed that pervert stage Owen. We're so more than that now.
"Yeah I know, pervert," he puts a palm on his chest, admitting he's one, "But aren't Saturday night supposed to be nakey-nakey night?"
I giggle hearing his nakey-nakey while he gets off the bed, "I'll start, then you. Okay?"
I don't want to but a promise is a promise so I agree, "Okay."
He removes his sweatpants when I gasp, "You're not wearing underwear?"
"Who wears one to bed?" He asks as if it's a nonsense thing to do.
"Me."
"You should let it breathe. One whole day being trapped in a confined space, come on. It's you
