"I'm an only child too and I manage to share," he pointed out, sliding his fingers up one of her arms since it was there and bare and all. Skin was so nice to touch.

"And yet, despite your inability to vocally state that the room is shared," he started, smirking, "I still want to go back to your room with you. Maybe you could finish up that dance from a few days ago. Maybe with less clothing too."