Shane had to blink a few times at the serious look on Eretriaâs face before he laughed once she did, his head shaking slightly. âI didnât think so. So itâs safe to say itâll be slow catching up on the show, donât you think? Two if there is hair playing and back rubbing. Iâll be sure to remember that. Incredible sex does make it easy to be lazy.â He said with a chuckle, âI know who Neil Patrick Harris is. But thatâs about it...â
Shane wasnât entirely sure what either of them had in mind for special attention, but he was definitely willing to find out. That much was for sure. âCan you? Well, that definitely makes two of us.â He replied with a grin. âYou know, thatâs true. Your body is something that you should be proud of, thatâs for sure. And I know itâs more than luck. Being hot is the worst. Oh no?â He asked with a smirk, his eyes on her. âIf I can help at all with the soreness, let me know, alright?â He said honestly, though his mind was soon elsewhere with the simple hey. He chuckled softly and shrugged, âI have decent aim.â He teased before she was in front of him. âI know my abs donât quite compare to yours..â He said softly before he felt himself land on the couch. His eyes moved up to look at her, âAnything but sex, huh?â He questioned and nodded his head. âAfter pizza but before I paint you like one of my French girls. You know, that requires a lot less clothing.â He muttered, his fingers gripping the thin material of her tank top before he pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside. âItâs only fair, right?â He asked before he leaned up, keeping their lips inches apart, âWeâre on the same page.â He muttered before his lips pressed against hers. It was something heâd definitely been wanting to happen since that first day on the roof but he hadnât really let anybody know that.