Laying back on his bed and staring at the ceiling in a post-coital bliss, Corey totally missed the alarm on Avery’s face or the way the information seemed to puzzle her.  Chuckling, Corey nodded at first before realizing it was probably hard to see in the dim light of the bedroom.  “Yeah.”  He replied instead.  It was pretty interesting, and rare for him, to have gotten this far with a hot girl with so little conversation.  “My 25th.  And you gave me the best present of the lot, before you ask.”  He grinned, pulling a pillow under his head, laying naked on top of his bed completely unabashed.<br/><br/>As Avery climbed out of the bed, Corey watched her as was becoming usual, her slim body moving gracefully through the thin streams of light beaming in around and between the blinds.  It didn’t take much of a detective to realize what she was doing, and while Corey might have hoped she was going to stick around, for a round two if not for the night, he was not overly surprised by her already looking for her clothes.  There was something distant and ephemeral about Avery and he knew not to push it.<br/><br/>Rising up onto his elbows, Corey gave a quick direction to where her panties lay at the base of his dresser and her bra dangled from one of the knobs.  “Your dress is...uh...out by the door.”  He said, half a laugh in his tone as he remembered their disregard for anything but getting naked.  “So, can I get your number at least, before you go?”  He asked hopefully, not really wanting this to be a one time thing.