Thane had over a thousand thoughts processing through his head, all at once as his wife's fingers glided from his chest towards his crotch.
He reached for her wrist, giving it a tight enough squeeze, "Not tonight, hun." He grunted, elevating into a sit up position.
Brooke made a face, "See!" She pointed haphazardly at him, "My husband doesn't really like me." She said, sounding lightheaded.
Thane gently set her head on his shoulder and covered her with his jacket.
Sinking into his scent she let out a yawn, as her eyelids felt heavy, "He's just putting up with me."
"Really? Is that what you think I'm doing to you Brooke?" He asked, knowing fully well she wasn't in a right frame of mind to give him an answer.
He rubbed her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, "You really know how to shoot a man where it hurts." He said, to an already passed out Brooke.
