Help? | Trysten & Chris
“I do, yeah. But it’s still early..” he drifted off, standing up he took a hold of her hand as he turned off the living room light and lead her to his bedroom. “You can leave the bags on the ground whenever you’re finished with them.” Turning on his tv, he set it to the baseball game he had been watching before slipping his shirt off, tossing it in one of the laundry baskets before slipping off his pants and replacing them with a comfortable pair of basketball shorts. “We can do whatever you want. Whatever you feel up for.” Making his way onto the bed, he got himself comfortable before patting the space beside him for her to lay down.
“I promise to behave and all that stuff, but not right this second,” she spoke softly with a grin. At his comment about the ice, she frowned, shaking her head. “I’ll drop them in the sink or something. I’m not leaving them to melt on your floors. I’m not a total heathen.” Her eyes followed his movements, a soft sound escaping her lips as his shirt was removed. She wasn’t sure exactly what the sound was, whether it be appreciation, desire, or what. She did know, however, that she enjoyed the view, especially when his pants joined the shirt in being removed. Crawling onto the bed beside him, a smirk tugged at her lips for a moment as she moved close, stopping just before she got to him. “You just focus on the game, handsome.” She glanced up, smiling slightly before leaning in to trail kisses down his neck slowly.
