"I'll remember that next time," Teddy promised, hoping that there would be a next time where Billy was equally enthusiastic and open. 'Cause god, that had been hot. But the mood had definitely been killed.
Despite that, Teddy didn't think he was capable of staying and not thinking about what they had been doing in that bed, and he didn't want to press Billy any further than he already had. "I guess I should go," he mumbled, beginning to pull himself to his feet, testing out his legs to make sure they wanted to work.