Watching her stumble from the bed, Ben allowed himself a small, private smile, his eyes taking in the compact lines of her back, the curve of her hips, the ample swell of her backside. With a groan, he rolled to his feet, wobbling on his long legs, his own unique blend of awkward and self-assured. It didn't occur to him to deny her request, and he quickly stripped the bed of its sheets, dumping them near what appeared to be a clothes hamper.

Crowding into the cramped bathroom with her somehow felt as intimate as being inside of her moments ago. Still, he approached the toilet to empty his own bladder, without shame.