I growled back and ignored the smirk on his too-smooth face. The fact that since that night three weeks ago when I'd first slept in his bed with him he'd been sharing my bed or I'd been in his still grated on me in other ways...
When I first saw him, I thought he was nothing but an artsy-fartsy city boy, who'd grown up pampered with big movie theaters, bowling alleys, skating rinks, putt-putt golf courses, all-night diners, and who'd never had to work a hard day's work in his life.
I was awakening to pleasant expectations, but I feigned to be sleeping. For a moment, I imagined that we were sleeping in the same bed innocently, as totally unaware of the pleasant possibilities of our bodies meeting.