Back in the cozy room of my apartment, Dennis uses one of my towels to dry off as I head into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Its a quarter past 9 and I'm feeling a little drowsy, ready to call it a night.
Dennis, not so much.
"But I'm not tired."
"Well, I don't want to risk our voices being heard at night." I say as I slink under my covers, looking up at dark eyes. Staying up late with Dennis can be a death sentence, and I'm not taking any chances. I roll over onto my side, resting my head on my hand as I raise my eyebrows at him multiple times.
"Join me Dennis. Join the dark side."
"Ha, shut it."
"Come ooon, you know you want to. And also it'll be our first time sleeping together like some old married couple."
"Hmm, I do like being an old person." Dennis answers sarca
