"...Sure. Why not?" she agrees rather easily after a beat of processing the question. "It's still your bed." Which is a convenient excuse, isn't it? She shouldn't downright admit that she'd quite like it if he did join her, after all. Her hands slip down from his shoulders as she tries to get off the couch somewhat gracefully (or not), reaching out to tug on his hand once she does.
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Date: 2016-02-14 03:58 pm (UTC)