The next morning, when she saw how self-satisfied he was, she had to hold herself back from bursting into laughter. Instead, she projected an image suitable for herself after a night like that. It had brought her immense amusement and some minor confusion to watch him play with the bed for two hours straight. In fact, about five minutes into playing with the sheet, he actually had to apologize for blowing his top too quickly.
Five minutes, just from a bedsheet. A bed sheet, for goodness sake.
