"I will have you know I feel both stalked and insulted at the moment," Tristan said as he rolled onto his back, lacing his fingers behind his head as his elbows flopped toward the mattress.
"Very sure I'm not straight," he assured her before he grinned. "Did you come out here just to ask me that, or were you planning on joining our marauding band of matress thieving pirates for what passes for peace and quiet around here?"
He figured by the end of the week, the majority of the social population would be out here, and he was curious to see any number of things. Like how many people shared mattresses. How many people engaged in intimacies despite the audience, and whether or not that bloomed into a full-on orgy.
He thought, with the right sort of people in the right ratios, there was a good chance of that happening. Pity he knew neither the people nor the proper ratio.