I sighed and looked down at her. I carried her to my room and laid her down on the bed. I started cooking anything I thought she might like. I rented a whole bunch of movies for her. I sighed.
My heart sped up at her touch, and I groaned. I still wanted her. I loved the feel of her. I loved her being close to me. I just loved being with her and pleasuring her. "Please give me something to do!" I begged.
I walked back in with a glass of water. I stare at her longingly, but push those thoughts out of my mind. "Here you go. anything else you want? I practically made every receipe for food I have."
That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly. — Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead