Kat was thoroughly satisfied as she curled up against Tyler in bed. A hand traced over his chest and she snickered at his question. "Last I checked, we weren't at your parents so I don't particularly care who hears. At least someone in this joint is getting laid," she said with a grin, leaning up to give him a soft kiss. Even if they were at their parents' houses, she wouldn't give a damn. They were grown ass adults and Kat didn't care what anyone thought except her husband. Their neighbors were nice enough at the facility but it wouldn't be the first time they heard them bumping ugly and it wouldn't be the last. "And if they don't like it, you can go shake your cane at them, grandpa."
Kat pulled back a little bit from Tyler's chest and looked up at him with an eyebrow quirked. "Darling, are you trying to compare that party to what we used to crash?" Now those were something to write home about.