The door to my room suddenly flew open and David entered as if he was part of the furniture - well, he practically was it.
"Do you know what you're going to bring with you?", he said instead of a greeting. Unwillingly I looked up from my computer and turned to him, taking a break from writing my story or better from trying to write my story.
"Also a good morning to you!", I harrumphed and threw a swift glance at the bottom of the screen just to make sure what time it was. 9 am... And I didn't have slept since yesterday morning. I sighed softly and David threw me a knowing glance before he said grinning:" Did you write all night again? Should I read it for you?"
I laughed softly: "I was in a real rush having been kissed by a muse! But now I'm just tired... How about you read and comment this baby while I'm gaining sum sleep?"
He nodded, so I quickly went past him to my bed, while my trousers were falling to the ground and I took off my socks on my bed. The bra stayed where it was, since I still remembered what happened the last time David had my bra in his hands. I laid down a fell into a deep slumber instantly.