She lay there for a few moments, panting, as her heart raced. She couldn't help the content smile that came across her face. Yes indeed, inviting Drake over had been the best idea she'd had today.
However, as much as she liked him and his smooth muscles, he probably weighed nearly twice as much as she did, and was currently collapsed on her, cutting off her circulation and her airflow. "You need to get off me," she muttered, shoving at his chest. The pressure eased, and there was a thud followed by a yelp; he had fallen off the couch. "Oops."
She sat up, brushing her tangled hair out of her face with her fingers and smiled beatifically down at him. "I keep forgetting how narrow that couch is, but, no complaints. I could tell you to put your pants on, but who would I be kidding? It's me." She stood and stretched, then pulled her rumpled dress over her head and tossed it over the back of the couch. Giving him an arch look over her bare shoulder, she added, "Why don't you leave them out here instead and come to bed," then sauntered across the flat, certain that he would follow.
By the time he got there, she thought she could just about talk him into round two, and her bed was anything but narrow.