<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"/>“Hmmm, alright, that is good to know.” Corey grinned as Grace confirmed that her and the rest of the girls where not in some texting chain comparing the boys.  While that was likely a worry of all guys, although more for the player types than a guy like Corey, it was pretty unlikely here.  After all, while it seemed most of the guys could not get along at the best of times, it was worth remembering that this was a competition for the girls too.  Well, for everyone.  Corey, and he hoped/felt Grace, might be happy with what they had won so far, but there were definitely people here for the money and the fame.  “So I have nothing to worry about until I see you in a big group of girls.”<br/><br/>Slowly sinking a few inches down on the bed, Corey was definitely enjoying this dinner conversation in bed with Grace, and he nodded along as she confirmed he was not going to have to give her the boot for not liking pineapple.  Like he had ever planned to!  “Well, that’s safe then.  And you are in luck if they ever serve us sushi, because you can have all of mine.  I’m not much of one for fish, but when I have it, it better come wrapped in a paper with chips, not raw.”  Corey laughed.  “And that is QUITE the ‘sweetest’ line, Grace.”  He continued, blushing a little.  “That sounds like one I was supposed to use.”<br/><br/>When Grace finished her dinner and bounded off to return the bowl to the kitchen and the magical elves who apparently showed up to clean once they all were asleep, Corey could not help but watch, noting how she was wearing a sleep shirt and no pajama pants.<em>So much for falling right asleep</em>he noted, already feeling a little heated up again.  Once Grace was out of site, Corey headed for the bathroom for another quick brush of his teeth, and to splash some cold water on his face, making it back to bed before Grace returned.   Under the covers this time, he was acutely aware of the feel of her body against his as she pressed a kiss to his neck.   “Good night, Grace.”  He returned, kissing her forehead as she snuggled against him.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Laying awake for as while as seemed to be his new Island norm, Corey could not get the vision of Grace in her t-shirt, her toned legs long beneath it, out of his mind.  That coupled with the natural climate and his ridiculous sleepwear had Corey seriously too warm for bed, and in danger of starting to sweat at any moment.   Laying quite still, Corey listened to Grace’s breathing, determining that it certainly sounded steady enough for her to be asleep.  Reaching down, he quickly untied the string to his stupid pants, and with what felt like far more work than it ever should have been, Corey was able to shimmy out of them, without jostling the bed or Grace overly much.  God only knew what any other Islanders would have made if it had they been awake.<br/><br/>Clad in only his shirt and boxer briefs now, Corey felt much more comfortable (temperature wise), and was able to start getting sleepy once more.  Rolling on his side to where he was facing Grace, Corey started drifting off, the tropical smell of Grace’s hair putting a smile on his face.<br/>