







Part 2/5 . Feeling more than a little indignant at the subtle rejection, I sulk to the bed and begin to turn it down, being sure to stick my ass out and bend over a little bit more than necessary as I pull back the covers.
I steal a look over my shoulder - nope, you’re still engrossed.
I fetch a pillow and place it between my legs, grinding on it in the hope that the movement will catch your eye and clearly articulate that there’s more than just a nap on my mind.
Another glance back at you reveals you’re no closer to putting that book down and joining me.
I sigh inwardly. I’m clearly going to have to try a little harder.