"I like you," she noted with a heavy sigh, like it needed to be said. "You're a good guy." Which he was and he was even better in bed. Something to keep in mind.
Pushing herself up on her elbow, Delilah grinned. "But I'm too drunk to move. Shower will... have to wait." But the bed, that sounded like a nice idea.
Then again, so did her foot in his hand.
"You a masseuse?" she asked, falling back onto the couch, too tired, too relaxed to move.