“Yeah, splits. I used to be able to do them. I don’t know if I can now.” She grinned up at him as he walked her to the bathroom, trusting him to lead her in the right direction as she craned to look at him upside down, being silly because she was feeling loose and happy after the wine and food and proximity to Lincoln.

She dashed into the bathroom and scrubbed her teeth and washed her face, wandering back into his room to find him standing in his boxers. Her mouth went a little dry. “Hmm? Sweats?” She tried to think. “No you’re good. I mean you’re fine!” She took a breath. “You don’t need sweats. I’ve only got shorts and your shirt on.” She said, lifting his tshirt abover her navel so he could see the little sleep shorts as she smiled and crossed over to the bed, flopping on it dramatically. “Come as you are, linc.”