Naked, newly towel-dried and washed, her magnificent mane hug down her back, looking longer because it was wet. Faith figured Alec would still be there, unless he had super-strength and could fixe his jeans.
The place was totally quiet except for the sound of her bare feet on the floor. A radiant grin crossed her face as she realized he was still there.
She let her fingers do the walking up his arm to his neck, bending she kissed the tattoo, then took his arm to move it, then she could sit on his lap.
Hands wrapping around his, she took a bite of his sandwich; she wasn't hungry, she just wanted to share everything with him.
She made herself comfortable, as if he were her own personal furniture. It didn't take her long to notice he was hard again. It took all of her willpower to keep from playing with it. She found them fascinating, that something so ugly could feel so good.
Surrounded by his smell, Faith was happy.
“I've been thinking,” then she stopped. She wasn't sure how to say what was on her mind. “since I owe you a pair of jeans,” yes that would work, Faith didn't want to scare him off. “I thought you might like to spend the night, unless you have somewhere you'd rather be. you have to be.