"I want you to come home with me on Tuesday, then," she admitted softly.
As ready as she was to do this, she was dreading the moment he met her mother. That was going to be horrible and she knew it... she just didn't know how to tell him that. She'd just worry about it later.
She dropped his t-shirt off the side of the bed. She leaned forward slightly, intending to press her lips to one of his collarbones, when he teased her. "Oh yeah," she agreed instantly. "We are. I almost forgot." And just that quickly, she was shifting away from him, rolling toward the edge of the bed, trying to hide the smirk on her face.
Hey, if he really wanted to study, who was she to keep him from it.