We finally moved from the bed, even though we were reluctant to leave the moment. But hunger won out in the end.
I climbed off his lap, and my legs were still a little shaky.
He steadied me with his hands and asked, "You good?"
"Yeah. Just... wobbly."
I grabbed my tank top from the floor and pulled it on quickly.
Then I slipped into my sleep shorts, which were decent enough for a late-night kitchen raid.
He put his shirt back on but did not button it. He just left it open, looking casual and comfortable.
He opened my door carefully and peeked out into the hallway.
As expected, It was dark and quiet, since our parents have both gone to their room.
"Coast is clear," he whispered.
I smiled and said, "We're really sneaking around like teenagers."
"Aren't we?" he replied.
"You're pr
