"I'm going upstairs to shower," Summer said to Desmond who laid on the couch scrolling through the channels of the TV. He looked at her and ran his eyes all over her body, stopping at her cloth-clad cleavage.
"Do we sleep in my room or in yours?"
Summer scoffed and rolled her eyes. "When did I say we should sleep in the same room?" She shook her head and proceeded to climb up the stairs with Desmond's laughter ringing out behind her like a chapel's bell.
"Baby, we are sleeping together!"
Summer heard him but refused to reply. "You wish," she muttered under her breath and giggled. Of course, she knew they were definitely going to sleep together—after all, she would be the one lonely and cold at night—but teasing Desmond now came as easy as... loving him. She loved him dearly—even mo
