He couldn't help the smile. "Then I won't." He didn't move for a bit, then wrapped an arm around her, turning them toward the bed and making unhurried progress in its rumpled direction. "I'll smell like you, and me. And I'll sleep with your smell in my pillow..."
He reached to push a mound of covers aside on the untidy bed, urging her to settle into it.
How on earth had they ever got to this? He, prankster of the least serious sort, and she, a hundred and more, deliciously fucked out in his messy bedroom. George flopped down on the bed beside her, one hand splayed across his chest.