Rm 217 - Saturday morning

Okay, so if he was awake, he might be feeling a little bad for not making it to Prom last night with Savannah. However, he could not feel bad for what happened in their room while the decision was made to just stay in, because holy hell was last night awesome! So freaking hot that feeling bad about not making it to the dance would be hard to do. And he imagined Savannah might feel the same way.

As it was now, he lay on his back, blissfully in la la land, while she was curled up against him, both naked, both comfortable. And both not having the first clue that they were about to be interrupted by wee tiny kids.

[For his wife and their wee youngsters.]