“You’re drunk, Auden,” he states as he pushes open the door and walks us inside the room I call home. “How about we cuddle instead?” “Cuddling. That sounds nice,” I say, sliding into the silk sheets I love so much. I run my hand over the spot next to me, patting the bed. “You can sex me up later.” He slides in next to me, dragging me until I’m sprawled across him. “Shh. Sleep, Sinclair.” “Sleep, then sex. Got it.”
