I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. It was colder than I thought it would be. If I had known the living room would be this cold I would have worn more than my red “rock star” tank top and a pair of Paul’s boxers I had adopted. I got up and walked over to the leather lazy boy and grabbed the crocheted blanket off the chair to wrap up in. After getting back to the couch and covering myself up I tried to accomplish the task of warming up. Nothing good on TV. Infomercials, Infomercials, Infomercials. I flipped the channel to VH1’s Insomniacs Theatre. Even they weren’t showing anything good. I somehow managed to fall asleep on the couch and when I woke up Paul was covering me back up with the blanket and turning off the TV.

“Mhmm.” I stretched. “How long have I been asleep?”

“I’m not sure. I woke up and you weren’t in bed so I got dressed, came down here and found you asleep on the couch. I’ve only been down here a few minutes. How are you feeling.” Paul kneeled down on the floor in front of where I was lying.

“Cold!”

“Awww.”

“I should have put more clothes on or something.”

Paul began lowering the blanket from around my shoulders and asked, “What are you wearing under there?”

“Just a tank top and boxers.” I pulled it up over me again. “It’s hard to get warm if you keep doing that!” I said as he tried pulling it down again.

“But I wanted to see what you looked like under there.”

“Are you going to help warm me up?” I cooed provocatively, leaning in for a kiss.

“And how exactly do you want me to do that?”

“Well…” I trailed off, my eyes moving across the room slowly.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve always heard that the best way to warm up is with body heat from another person.” I purred.

“Anyone in mind?” I gently punched him in the arm and kissed him again. He pushed me back so I was lying flat on the couch and straddled me at the hips. I reached my arms out and wrapped them around his neck as he leaned down to kiss me passionately. He pulled the blanket all the way off of me and looked at my body. “Ooh, I seem to have got myself a hot little rock star here. My god I love the way that shirt looks on you. It really accentuates your features.” He had the cheesiest grin on his face when he said that! Paul cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed them, then started gently biting and licking my nipples through my shirt.

“Ahh.” I moaned and rolled my head back, pushing my breasts up towards him.