Terry giggled as Ernie cleared his throat and blushed. It was good to see he wasn't the only one affected by their situation. He tilted his head back and gazed up at Ernie, grinning at him.
"It's not the first thing on my mind," he said coyly, scooting back on the bed and relaxing against the pillows, legs splayed slightly in invitation. "I'm sure Ben's room is fine." He leaned into Ernie's touch when he brushed his hair back, and licked his lips.
"I can think of several other ways we could spend an hour or two before lunch, and none of them include unpacking or Ben."