“Excuse you. I'm 28,” he smiles.
“Then you should have some self-control.”
“You're making it very difficult,” he says. “Standing here, naked, with that look on your face that says you want to fuck me.”
“I guess you're at an impasse,” I say. “Either you can keep driving me crazy, or you can release both of us from this frenzy of lust.”
“I can't just give in. You'll think I'm easy,” he says.
“I guess I should get dressed then. I have a lot to do today.”
“No, no, no. You aren't going anywhere today.”
“And how are we going to spend the entire day in your apartment?”
“I have a few ideas,” he says. He slides his arms around me and presses his lips into mine.
I have to say, I like the way he thinks.