"Oh?" she asked archly, all but melting at his touch, her eyes closing as a shiver of need traced its way down her spine. "Well, I suppose it is your turn to make the plans. I should warn you, though, that my roommate will be home around one and I don't know how she'll feel about a strange man in the flat. Assuming that was part of your plan, that is."
She didn't know how she felt about this, either. She was fairly sure they'd end up in bed. At least, she hoped there was a bed this time. She just, well, she was afraid that after he'd had her, he'd split. Or worse, kick her out. And that wasn't what she wanted at all. She wanted to spend a whole night cuddled up together and leisurely making love. Not another hurried fuck and a cab ride home. But at the same time, she didn't really know how to tell him that. She could only hope he already knew.