I returned to my room and found Yr still fast asleep. Her face was buried in the pillow, a trail of drool spilling from her mouth and soaking the fabric beneath her.
"At this rate, she's not waking up until tomorrow," I muttered to myself. "Should I just crash here instead?"
If I did, though, I'd miss out on my nightly fun—a good wrestle with one or two, or maybe even a whole bunch of my women. But I guess that could wait. I didn't want to leave Yr alone in my dorm room.
"Where the hell should I sleep, though?"
There wasn't much space to sleep. The sofa was the only alternative, but curling up there would probably leave me aching all over by morning. I guess I had no choice but to make do with it.
As I was contemplating this, Yr stirred from her sleep.
"Mmmm…" she moaned softly, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She fixed her gaze on me, and then her stomach let out a loud, rumbling growl. "Hungry," she said.
