“How’d you know this wasn’t Lizzie’s room?” She pokes him. “Or maybe that’s what you were hoping?”
She can feel his shivers subsiding, even as he chuckles. “No thanks. She’s not my type — by about six years. Besides, she snores like a rhino. That’s how I could tell. You snore like a mountain lion.”
“I don’t snore!“
“Of course not. And even if you did, it’s a beautiful sound.”
“Mmm. That’s more like it.” She kisses him, and can feel both her temperature and his rising.
Quickly, he stops shivering, and she pulls his shirt up over his head and pushes his bottoms down to his feet. Breaking the kiss, she backs up and lies back on the bed. “There. My first present, unwrapped and ready to play with.”
“Well,” he says at last, stepping towards her with a rather dangerous look on his face, “I
