There was the mention of sex, and Kenzie knew she really ought to think about it. Did she want to have sex with Wes? She couldn't seem to focus on the thought however, as the words enhanced the senses echoed in her thoughts. She definitely wanted to experience that.
"Ooh, I have a bowl!" she said excitedly, when he held up the gram bag. She immediately led the way to her bedroom, just on the other side of the bookcase divider that separated her living room from the bedroom. .The large bed sat in the center of the room, with teal sheets and blankets. There was books, art supplies, records, and photographer scattered over the floor in large groups. While it was a bit scattered, it wasn't actually dirty. There was plenty of room to walk.
From a box that was under her night stand, she pulled a rolling tray that looked like the galaxy, covered in weed pieces she had broken up to roll various joints. "I would never have guessed you partook," she admitted freely, holding the bowl out for him. "Though, I have this feeling that the shit you can get your hands on blows anything I have out of the water. You're..." She felt flush then, nervously meeting his gaze. "Well, you're you." Kenzie tucked one long leg under herself, as she climbed into the bed.