Smiling at the kiss to her cheek, Megan accepted the shirt as Justin handed it over. Giggling, Megan stayed where she was as she watched Justin hunting for her clothes. She wasn’t even going to ask how they’d wound up so far from the sofa. Taking her bra from Justin, Megan put it and then her shirt back on as Justin arched for his own shirt. “I think next time we’ll just have to be a bit more organized.” Megan said with a giggle as she tugged her shirt over her head.
When Justin joined her back on the sofa, Megan laughed. “You’re not so bad yourself, Justin Finch-Fletchley.” Megan returned with a grin as she moved so she was sitting next to Justin and leaned against his shoulder. “So, which film first?”