Athelstan feels himself nodding before he realises how enthusiastically he's agreeing with her.
He doesn't remember how they get from the bath to the bed. The one bed. It's a small bed. Maybe he'll get a bigger one. But that screams of commitment and it screams of long term and-
Athelstan takes her hands, both of them, leading her towards the bed, regardless of how small it is and what it might mean in the future. He can see her. All of her. Her breasts and down her body, over her stomach to her thighs, between her legs- And for the first time he looks at his own hard cock. He doesn't know what it's supposed to look like, really, if it's impressive, if it's good-
He's awkward as he settles onto the bed, wondering once more if this is okay. Maybe he should stop now. It's not too late to stop now-