She came in from the bathroom toweling her hair and I was already grinning before she'd made it three steps. I wanted her, I wanted to wreck her, I wanted to be wrecked, I wanted to laugh and bite and be too loud. She hung the towel and I said something filthy about what I was going to do to her and she laughed and said something worse back, and by the time she sat on the mattress I had already thrown back the covers on her side, and the lotion routine got maybe three seconds of grace before I pounced. The lamp stayed on. We were going to make a mess of this and neither of us cared who heard.
