“Well, I haven’t finished my research.”
“Research?” he asked.
“Yes, on which bed I want to sleep in? What if the other one is more comfortable?”
“Oh, I think you’re right.” He rolled over and got up, then bent and scooped her up into his arms. “I’m not sure, the couch might need testing too.”
She giggled. “I think we might need to try everything more than once, just to confirm our findings.”
“Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Sofia asked.
“I should’ve had you start next week instead, because this is a big apartment.”
“Then I guess we better get started,” Sofia said as she nipped his neck.
I am so cancelling my meetings tomorrow.