His hand moves from his dick to his ribs, swiping through the pool of sweat that might have started dripping down his side. “Did you drool on me?” I sit up, giving him my widest, most innocent eyes and shake my head like I have no idea what he’s talking about. He reaches for the sheet and pulls it up, miraculously finding a damp spot on it. “Did you drool on me and then use my sheet to only clean up your face?” he questions suspiciously, using the sheet to wipe the sweat away. I nod and shake my head both and end up just turning my face in a circle.
