“Did we try?” Roger asked politely, as though they were having a nice chat over lunch. “I could have sworn it was more me being very drunk and you being extremely convincing.” His thumb continued to subtly trace the curve of Zach’s breast, doing his best to ignore all warnings and protests from his mind. As Zach’s arms wrapped around his neck, Roger leaned in and planted a small, tiny kiss on the side of her neck, inhaling the scent of sex and the faintest traces of the familiar smell that maleZach had. “Don’t ever listen to me.” Roger told her, lips brushing over the soft skin with each word and then in one fluid motion, broke through the fluffy, soft barrier of the robe. At first his fingers lightly grazed over this breast he had been toying with only moments prior, then snaked around to the side and to her back.