The afternoon went by in a blur and before you know it you’re sprawled on your bed in your sleeping attire with a big stupid grin on your face. The dark room was partially filled with a soft moonlight that gave the ceiling just enough detail to hold your passive interest. Your blush had long since receded, but your lips still tingled when you thought about what had happened on your couch earlier. You swear you’ll never get tired of her. You also need to check the couch cracks for chocolate. You briefly contemplate getting up but your body resists…you’ll do it tomorrow. 