Billie Bob Taylor
"I want to sleep," I groaned as Benedito kissed down my back in efforts to wake me up.
"Let's go out," he chuckled as he kissed down my lower back.
I quirked my left eyebrow then reached out for my phone on the bedside table. It was 11pm and the man wanted to go out! "Did you see the time? You expect me to go out at this time after you rearranged my guts and made me almost lose my voice."
Benedito did not stop at the table, he took me against the wall and the couch. If I did not fake falling asleep he would have probably gone again.
"Come on it will be fun. Let's experience the night life. Go clubbing," he wiggled his eyebrows as I turned over so I rested on my back.
"I can't drink for eight months Dito," I sighed as I covered my face with my hands.
