<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>London, UK<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen -> Bed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace, closed<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>“I certainly did.  You asked, and I answered, that’s how it works after all.”  Corey replied with a laugh.  “I’m not going to have everyone at home gunning to vote me off because I wasn’t fully honest with the prettiest girl here.  I can feel my dad giving me a cuff for dodging the truth all the way from London.” He said, shaking his head and meaning every word.  It was a game, and Corey had no illusions or frankly any designs on winning, any more than he had at least, so he’d not be bothered with stretching or bending the truth.<br/><br/>When Grace headed in to grab a plate, Corey took the chance to readjust the boys (damn these tight shorts!) after their kiss had sent him to more than an obvious bit of southerly attention, but soon enough followed Grace into the kitchen in time to see her heading up the stairs.  Setting the tray of treats right out in the open where any one of the other Islanders would know they were up for grabs, Corey downed a glass of water, and then another, to keep himself hydrated after all that sugar.<br/><br/>Following in his Island Girls footsteps, Corey saw Grace already in bed and on her phone, so while he didn’t really have to rush through changing into his pajamas and brushing his teeth, he did anyway.   Looking at the bright pink pants, Corey debated leaving them off, but wasn’t sure if that was too bold, so once more he slipped them on.  Had he known what Grace was wearing, he would never had bothered though.<br/><br/>Climbing onto the bed, these pants were warm for immediately going under the covers, Corey grinned and pretended to peek at Grace’s phone.   “Did I miss anything?  Or are the girls all texting naughty bits about the boys.  I know how you girls get…”  He laughed, peeking past her to see what she had grabbed from the kitchen, his leg<em>just</em>brushing hers, although the covers and his ridiculous pants kept them apart<br/><br/>