Nessie mentioned her Aunt Alice, and somewhere in the jumble of facts and figures and details about her family, Drew sort of remembered that it meant something kind of important, but in the middle of everything, he wasn't about to go digging around. Really, there were more important things to think about like the gorgeous naked girl on his bed who was looking at him like he'd just given her a full pardon for something.
Scooting closer to her, he gave Nessie a soft, short kiss on the lips. "No, I'm not breaking up with you. But I think it might be a good idea to put our clothes back on and talk about things."
Laughing at himself, Drew ran a hand through his hair. "And if you wouldn't mind never letting on that I actually said those words in a sentence, it'll keep me from losing my being-a-guy license, thanks." Drew swung his legs off the bed, and stood to slip back into his boxers, jeans and shirt.
He climbed back onto the bed, stretching out and patting the space next to him. "Come on over here, Nessie. Your dirty old man would like to hang out," said Drew with a smirk. Things were going to be different now-- really different. But as long as things didn't get too hairy-- or fangy-- he figured they'd be okay.