"Oh, please. You are so above guys with acne. I don't think you ever step foot in to a basement," she said with a grin.
She licked her lips, smirking, "I like it when you're a bad girl. Keeps things interesting. And keeps me even more excited."
She laughed, "That is true. I only make yours fast, though. I know how you hate to wait." She started making her another, glancing up at the clock again and then back to Amber, "So, your place or mine? I'm thinking my place because I've picturing you laying on my bed all night."