“And I always sleep better when I’ve, um…” he seemed to realize what he was saying and trailed off, thinking of another line of reasoning. I laughed, kissing his scruffy jaw. “When you’ve blown your load, honey? Is that what you were going to say?” He gave a pained grunt. “That doesn’t sound sexy. Um, what I meant to say…was…uh I’m not likely to fall asleep until I know you aren’t frustrated and tense.” “Oh, I see,” I said with a chuckle. Then all of a sudden, my shirt was whipped up over my head as if by magic and tossed aside. “Smooth move, Heathcliff.”
