Chapter 6

I gripped Holly’s hips with a strength that would have made her think I was being unsafe, had either of us been in the right state of mind. When I first came over that evening, maybe a few minutes after we agreed via text to meet, the clothes were off within seconds and I was attacking her neck and feeling up every inch of her body. It only took a few minutes for the foreplay to transition into the main act, and from then on in, the train had no brakes.

It was hard to say how long the sex had lasted. An hour? Two? Neither of us showed any signs of stopping. Both of us knew by this point that Holly was my pit stop, my stress relief, my little pet.

Even so, I liked to make sure she knew her place.

“Whose ass is this?” I asked, releasing her left hip just long enough to give it a stinging slap as I kept drilling her from behind.

“Yours, Daddy.” she moaned, rewarded with a confirming chuckle from me and a quickening to my pace.

“That’s a good girl.” I remarked assertively as I continued to ram her from behind. Every few thrusts I would gather my strength then go faster and deeper than I had before, earning a moan of surprise and pleasure from my little pet. Whenever I felt like I was getting even a little tired, I would regather my energy while grinding my hips in a circular motion against her ass, making sure what I lacked in speed, I more than made up for in depth.

With each pump, I could tell Holly felt more and more filled, and the more pleasure she felt, the more she wanted. With her trademark style, Holly kept moving her hips back to meet mine as her animal lust took over.

I grinned as her eagerness grew. I loved when she got like this. I released her hips with my left hand and leaned forward slightly, wrapping my hand around her neck. I pulled back as soon as I got a good grip, squeezing the sides of her neck slightly with my fingers. Holly couldn’t even moan her approval, but I knew she loved to be choked. Plus, even from behind, the sight was quite something – A submissive blonde bombshell mashing herself against my hips as if she was addicted to my cock, her huge tits swaying and her head up straight to help my choking hand get the best grip possible.

The sight was helping me on my way, and even though I had already came once before, I could feel the crescendo approaching. Giving her neck one last squeeze to remind her she was mine, I returned my hand to her hips and fucked her with such a speed, our hips were practically a blur.

Her now-freed mouth was put to good use as she began moaning instantly, seemingly making up for lost time. “Ooooh fuuuck...” she could barely get out. “You’re my favorite fuck, Daddy. You’re soooo good ... I’m close, Daddy, I’m so close, keep going, please!”

“You don’t get to order me around, slut.” I gruffly reminded her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry sir...” she replied practically on autopilot, completely lost in the moment.

“You know what you are to me?” I asked her, wanting to capitalize on the moment.

“Yes sir.” she all but panted.

“What are you?”

“I’m your slave, your lapdog. I’m the pussy you use and the cocksleeve who will do anything for you.” she recited, seemingly getting even more turned on by what she was saying.

“Close.” I muttered, then slapped her ass extra hard as punishment. “You’re nothing but a useless slut. You’re the cocksleeve I use, but you are nothing more than that. You’re made to be used and abused. Do you understand?”

“Yessssss,” Holly moaned, though I could have told her anything and she would have said yes.

“That’s a good girl.” I replied, realizing how close I was myself. I gave her a telltale grunt of importance that let her knew she needed to speed up her process to climax or be left behind, and she followed suit perfectly. Babbling like she’d never been fucked before, Holly picked up her speed and depth and began to climax maybe a second before the churned-up tightness in my balls couldn’t hold back the floodgates any more. She practically screamed as I unleashed my first load into her, my vision almost going black as I felt the fruits of my dominance pour into her, wave by wave, sending her into a frenzy.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god...” she cried out hoarsely. Slowly, the two of us slowed our rhythm together, before I finally collapsed onto my side of the bed, breathing heavily, not realizing how out of breath I was. With little more than a giggle, Holly followed suit, looking at me the whole time.

As usual, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I hated the duality of my existence. I couldn’t help but say those things in the heat of the moment (and let’s face it, being a rough dom was way better than saying a fake ‘I love you’ twelve times), but deep down I knew that I could never face a single friend or family member and admit the things I said to a girl during sex. Maybe it was playful banter, and maybe she enjoyed it, but that didn’t change how gross I felt afterwards. God help me, if Molly and I ever did end up together, was this what her first time was going to be like? Me yelling at her that she’s nothing but my sexual plaything? I would be too ashamed to look her in the eye after that.

“Breathe.” I heard Holly say, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned to face her, no doubt panic on my face. She responded by giving me a weirdly sympathetic smile. She slowly extended her hand forward and wiped what looked like a tear off of my face. I was surprised to see any on her fingers, and blinked rapidly to find that there were a lot more in my eyes.

With a sigh, I sat up, as Holly wiped the tears on her side of her bed. “You’d think that I’d be the one with the issues,” she dryly noted.

“I don’t have issues.” I managed to get out.

Holly’s sympathetic smile didn’t wane, but nevertheless she gave me a chuckle. “You go from telling me I’m nothing but your cocksleeve to telling me you love me, to nearly killing me with your choking then crying after. Dude, you have issues.”

“What, like you’re some expert now?” I spat out, a little too angrily.

She shrugged. “Something clearly is eating at you. I’m not saying it’s a specific thing, but most guys don’t do this. Granted, most guys also don’t have the balls to try out half the things you do to me, so if you have issues with your dad or something, keep them up.”

It was my turn to chuckle, even with the blatant insensitivity of her comment. “I actually do have issues with my dad, yeah.”

She nodded. “I feel like more guys do than are willing to admit. I think it’s a sensitive subject with males.”

“Maybe.” I replied.

“Anything really bad?”

“I think it’s the usual story. Drinks too much, gets a little too violent, didn’t actually want to have me, separated from mom.”

“Didn’t want to have you?” she picked that one out of my tangent.

“Yup.” I nodded. By this time both of us were sitting side-by-side on her bed, naked in more ways than one. “I was a, uh, an accident. They were drunk at a party or something.”

“Really?” Holly mused. “How old?”

“Mom couldn’t have been older than twenty-two. Dad was older.”

“The devil.” Holly replied, grinning. “Is that what the marks on your back are from?”

The conversation stopped there. I stopped my half-smile from spilling my guts and could only think to put my head in my hands, suddenly wanting to be as far away from the conversation as possible. I prided myself as a guy who could handle anything, a guy who was cool in a crisis, but I just suddenly wanted to hide. To not exist, at least not exist in this conversation.

It clearly showed. “Hey, hey.” Holly replied, as close to soothingly as she could. “I didn’t mean to bring that up. If it’s a sore spot, I’m sorry.”

I could feel my voice getting choked up. I cleared my throat and replied, “Uh, yeah. Those are from him.” as clearly and evenly as I could muster.

“You know you could do something about that, right? Report him or something?”

“It’s ... complicated. There’s a, there’s a lot of factors at play.” I sighed. “He helps pay for tuition and he ... he looms it over my head. I don’t want to have any debt when I leave.”

“Okay.” Holly accepted. “But as soon as college is over you don’t have to listen to him anymore.”

I shrugged. “We’ll see.” I let silence fill the air before continuing, “He’s still my dad.”

Holly glanced once more at my back. “He also seems like a fuck.” she commented. “Maybe you need a girlfriend more than a friend with benefits, just saying.”

I let my tongue sit over my front teeth in thought. “Are you propositioning me?” I asked, looking down, readying another talk of rejection.

Holly, surprisingly, laughed. “Normally I might be, but I can hear your tone loud and clear.”

“It’s nothing personal, I’m just not emotionally ready for a relationship.”

“Plus you have a crush on someone else.” Holly remarked, looking at her nails.

I raised my head to look at her. “How do you know... ?”

She rolled her eyes. “Only an idiot couldn’t know. Broken guys are really easy to sweep into relationships. Have sex with them enough, talk about their life problems, and they cave. The only ones who won’t have someone else on their mind. Plus you keep saying you love me, and you keep calling me ‘Molly.’ I assume that’s her name?”

I noticed my mouth was hanging and clamped it shut. “Uh, yeah.” I replied, fidgeting with my hands.

“I wonder if it’s just coincidence you keep having sex with me when our names are so similar.” she replied with a knowing grin. “Girl from class?”

I sighed loudly, preparing myself. “I’ve known her for a long time. Family friend. Really innocent, really sweet. I know we’d be a bad match.”

“Go on.” Holly dared me, a slight smile on her face. For the next ten minutes I filled in every detail of the relationship between Molly and myself, with Holly not reacting beyond asking an occasional question. By the end, I was almost shaking, having to describe the encounter I had with Daisy in vivid detail. Holly’s hand was on my shoulder, rubbing sympathetically. I don’t think I minded that happening, but it didn’t help in any way either.

“It sounds like she means a lot to you.” Holly finally commented.

“Do you think I raped her?” I blurted out.

Holly chewed on my words for a bit. “I’m not the best person to ask about things like this.”

“Why?”

“Honestly? Hearing about what you did kinda turned me on.”

“What?!” I asked, surprised at her bluntness.

She shrugged. “Sue me. This whole situation sounds really hot. I dunno what I’d call what you did, but I’d be surprised if she didn’t want it. And she probably wants more.”

I wanted so badly to believe what Holly was saying. Maybe a little too badly. “Do ... do you think so?”

Then Holly smiled, but in a way I had never seen her smile before. “I really do. So do you just wanna sit there and think about it, or do you wanna do something about it?”

“Wh ... what do you mean?” I was completely off guard now. I didn’t know what was happening, and was numb enough to let her words carry me from place to place.

“What I mean is, how would you like some help converting her?” Holly asked, the smile remaining on her face.

“I’ll have you know that I did in fact really let loose over the weekend.” Molly fired back, grabbing a premade sandwich from the cafeteria’s counter.

“Yeah, you probably only studied for seven hours a night instead of the usual eight.” I sarcastically replied, waiting for my order of chicken fingers. Molly responded by lightly clocking me on the shoulder with her bottle of flavored water.

I turned to face her, one eyebrow lowered. “Okay then, party animal, what did you do?”

“I played The Sims 3 for the first time this year, and I played it for about three hours.” Molly proclaimed in a faux proud voice. “So you can take your chicken fingers and shove ‘em.”

“Jeez, aren’t you feisty today.” I remarked, turning back to the counter to accept my tray.

“If I’m not feisty, you just claim you win.” she replied. “You always say you’re fighting harder so you deserve the victory more, all because I’m not being mean or something. Sooooo fuck you.” she finished proudly.

Without realizing it, my mouth hung upon as I whipped my head around to stare at her in shock. Molly wasn’t exactly a saint, but she swore so little that it almost always was reserved for when she was furious. We both stared at each other studying each other’s faces before we eventually broke out in laughter. Eventually the laughter died down and with it, the conversation, so wordlessly we paid for our meals and found a place to sit and eat, in uncomfortably unusual silence.

“So, you played the Sims?” I awkwardly tried to reignite the conversation. I didn’t like being silent after her, not after what I’d done.

Molly enthusiastically nodded, pausing only to swallow the bite she’d taken. “Honestly, I forgot how much fun it was to play games like that. The Sims is like that weird kind of fun that you binge on for like three days, then stop playing for a year.”

I chuckled. “I wouldn’t know, I guess.”

“You should play it sometime, I think you’d get really into it.” she continued.

“Pass.” I declared, taking another bite.

“What is it about video games that scares you?” Molly asked with a challenging smile.

“Bores me.” I clarified. “What the fuck is the point of doing things in a digital space if it doesn’t affect the real world? It’s like living in a fantasy.”

Molly lowered one eyebrow, her smile not waning. “Uh, yeah. Escapism is kind of the point. I get to live in a fantasy and escape the reality of my boring life.”

“By playing The Sims.” I replied, putting emphasis on the title to make my point. “Get a job, make a family, pay taxes. Yeah, it’s a brave new world in there with those Mac graphics.”

“Become the President in a few hours, make a seventeen-story house, burn it down for fun, then remove a ladder to your swimming pool and watch your little family drown.” Molly replied with this cute sadistic fire in her eyes.

“Aha!” I replied, putting my arm down on the table pointing at her, forgetting about my lunch at this point. “Sims don’t drown in The Sims 3 when you take away pool ladders.”

“Aha!” Molly replied with as much ferocity, surprising me, mimicking my arm with her own. “What kind of non-gamer knows that? You’re interested in it, admit it!”

“I’ll admit no such thing.” I turned my nose away from her.

“Admi- admit it!” Molly pressured, her smile growing.

I responded by blowing a raspberry at her, and she laughed back heartily. “You’re such a goof.” she mumbled, still smiling. “I made a Sim of you last night too, I’ll have you know.”

I smiled at her incredulously. “Oh yeah?”

She nodded. “Now, if only I could remember what traits he had.” She looked up at the ceiling in mock thought and began counting on her fingers. “Grumpy, childish, hates the outdoors...”

“You suck.” I pushed her, both of us grinning. Molly would have responded to me, but in that moment, something else caught her attention. She was waving at someone behind me. I turned around to see Captain Suave from earlier on waving to her confidently.

I looked back at her, then at the good Captain, then back at her. “Is that the gigolo that got your number the other day?”

“Aaron!” Molly blurted out in disappointment.

I shrugged, gesturing outwardly with my hands. “What?”

“He is not ... a gigolo. He’s a nice guy.”

“He sure looks like he could charm any girl’s dad but then make her come home to him in tears.” I remarked bitterly, turning back to face where he was.

Molly chuckled, albeit begrudgingly. “That’s just Carson’s style. That’s who he is on the outside, but he still is sweet. He has my best interests at heart, I’ll have you know.”

“Carson.” I remarked with a poisonous tone to myself, ignoring everything else she said. “I forgot he had a name.”

“You are such a lump.” Molly complained sourly, with an annoyed smile on her face. She took another bite of her food before speaking again. “I would have thought that you’d be proud of me for making a friend.”

“I am proud of you! Really! I’m bouncing off the walls!” I turned back to face her, talking with my hands Italian-style like I always did when I was flustered. “It’s him I don’t trust! You mark my words, he’s all sweet but that’s because he wants something from you. That’s always why guys do these things.”

“And why are you always so nice to me?” Molly asked me, smirking like she caught me.

I didn’t hesitate. “Because your happiness is the most important thing to me, because your smile lights up the whole damn world, because I feel like I owe you for making my whole life worth living so I at least want to make sure you go through life with as little pain as possible, take your pick.”

Molly visibly blushed and looked down at her food. “Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.” she lamely mumbled.

“Oh, I am so fuckin’ sorry you matter to me.” I replied, still as riled up as ever. “What, you don’t like the truth of it?”

“I really like the truth of it, you protective doofus.” Molly replied, looking back up at me. “It doesn’t mean you’re my guardian angel. And you’re yelling again.”

“I am n-” I began, before someone’s shadow overtook Molly’s face. I turned around to see a very familiar busty blonde standing before us.

“Mind if I sit here?” Holly asked us. “I couldn’t find any free tables.”

“Uh...” I started, looking back at Molly, shrugging. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”

Molly shrugged back, though her shoulders were hunched up and her jaw was clenched, clearly anxious. I invited the stranger I clearly had never met to sit beside me and cleared my throat.

“So, what were we talking about?” I asked Molly, doing my best to ignore Holly entirely.

“I dunno.” Molly replied quietly.

“The Sims?”

“Sure.” she shrugged meekly.

“Did you actually make a Sim of me?” I grinned, trying to make Molly open up a little, as hard as that was around strangers.

Molly smiled weakly, noticing my conversation starters and attempting to make an effort. “Yup.” she simply answered.

“Was he devilishly handsome?” I lowered one eyebrow at her, smiling.

Molly’s smile grew too. “Of course.” she replied, still anxious but progress being made.

“And lemme guess, you killed him.”

Molly laughed out loud. “Set him on fire.”

“Oooof course you did.” I mumbled. “I at least hope he had a good career.”

“Line cook.” Molly mumble-replied before taking another bite of her food.

“Line cook.” I repeated, practically to myself. I knew I’d be carrying the conversation by this point. “Ouch. Well, there are worse fates. You got class soon?”

“Yup.”

“You looking forward to it?” I hoped Molly wouldn’t get too uncomfortable with all of my questions.

She merely shrugged. “It’s class.” she replied. “It’ll be okay.”

“Fair enough.” I replied, looking at my watch. “I should probably get going, speaking of.”

“Yeah, I should too.” she replied, standing up. She awkwardly looked at Holly, and knowing her, she wanted to tell Holly ‘sorry’ or something, but thought better of it and walked away a little too quickly. I practically jogged to join her so we could say goodbye to each other as we dropped our trays off. By the time I had looked back at the table, Holly was gone. I looked back to the hallway, and sure enough, Molly was gone too.

For good measure, I looked back at the cafeteria to see if Carson was gone too. Annoyingly, he was the only one that was still there, eating lunch alone at a table usually meant for four. Like a loser. I scoff-laughed and started to make my own way out of there.

As I walked, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and began to call a certain someone. It rang a few times, then she picked up.

“So, detective, do you have enough to go on?” I asked Holly.

“I got a pretty good feel of her personality, yeah. It’s usually just down to the stereotypes. The true stereotypes, I mean. You get me?”

I really didn’t. “Sure.”

“I will say that she’s definitely a cutie. You know how to pick them, daddy.”

“Don’t get creepy with me.” I replied a little uncomfortably, glancing around at the people I shared the hallway with. “Where even are you on campus, aren’t you afraid people will ... y’know ... listen in?”

I heard her laugh on the other end. “I can’t give away all of my secrets.” she replied smugly. “Speaking of, I need a few more details.”

“Okay, shoot.” I responded, finding a hallway with relatively few people and sitting down on an unoccupied bench-couch thing. Whatever you call those couches in university hallways.

For the next little while Holly quizzed me on Molly, on everything she could think of. The last time I heard her be flat-out angry, what she said when she was angry or sad, her fears, her goals, her dream job, any celebrity crushes, allergies, her favorite color, her favorite food, Marvel or DC, you name it. Each time she asked, I had a reliable answer.

“Damn.” she almost softly muttered. “You certainly know quite a lot about her.”

I shrugged in response, despite her not being able to see me. “Is that all?”

“Yup, I’ve got a pretty good profile on her, give me a week or so to make up a plan.” She clicked her tongue in some kind of thought. “Oh, and when you’re done with her, let me know. After getting to see her myself, I think I’ll want a turn with her when you’re done.” I could practically hear her smile through the phone.

It annoyed me. “Okay, bye.” I replied, not waiting for her response before hanging up. I could feel tension building up. My mouth twitched once or twice while my brain was trying to prevent me from saying something aloud. White-hot flashes of some kind of adrenaline flashed through my vision as I scanned my surroundings looking for something I wanted to throw at the wall.

Once I’m done with her, as she said. Please. I shook my head in disgust, then realized how worked up I was making myself and forced breath into my lungs. Breath one. Breath two. Breath three. Eyes closed. Eyes open. Rational. Be rational.

To my relief, I was calm again. I tried to practice what I was reading in some self-help book I bought, and I’m glad it worked.

I wasn’t going to be ‘done with’ Molly. That’s not how it worked. Molly wasn’t some plaything I wanted to use. She wanted this ... well, she probably wanted this as much as I did. No, definitely. She definitely did. She was lusting after me, at least in her sleep. No, in real life, disguised as sleep. She was pulling me into her, it was just a ruse. A ruse that lasted ... since we were children. She was just ... pretending to be as innocent as she was. Saying ‘fuck’ today, that wasn’t coincidence. That was a message. Hell, I bet Captain Suave was a plant. She asked him to appear in front of us to make me jealous, to make me do something. Hell, I bet he was a nice guy in real life.

In real life ... I chuckled to myself. I sounded pathetic. Was I just a monster? Maybe. May-freaking-be. But as far as I knew, I bet I wasn’t one. I bet it was all true, that Molly wanted me too and everything was going to be okay from here on in. Once Holly gives me the plan, I reasoned to myself, I’d act on it, fuck it, now-or-never style. The rest would be up to the universe.

The plan was executed the following Monday night. Before Molly got home, I hopped into her room armed with my toolbox. Suppose Molly’s bed was unstable. Say the bedboards were redesigned so that, when she hopped into bed like she normally does, the bed falls apart. Not broken, but in need of fixing. Of course, if she’d inspect it she’d realize it was only taken apart, but no one ever inspects these things if someone more experienced rushes in at the first sign of an “Ouch.” Suppose the only guy that knew how to fix it was Aaron and his box of tools, but he couldn’t fix it in one night. She’d probably have to find somewhere else to sleep.

Smiling at my handiwork, I surveyed the bed one more time and picked up my box of tools. The first part of the plan worked. I checked my watch – on schedule. On to part two.

I placed my tools back into my room, then reached into my pocket to pull out a plastic bag filled with an unlikely substance, a surprisingly volatile one. One of the things that made Molly and I bond so early on in life was that we were seemingly similar in so many ways – allergies was one of them. Dog hair.

Suppose dog hair was sprinkled on the couch then kneaded into it, just minutes before Chris and Jerome would get home from whatever they’d been up to. Molly couldn’t sleep on that, definitely not. Step three would be on her shoulders. Molly was a kind girl – kind and paranoid. I would need both on my side for the whole plan to succeed.

After the plan was completely executed, I went downstairs into my room, put my head in my hands, and prayed. I probably prayed like that for hours, long enough to hear Molly come home, make small talk, and go to her room. Long enough to make out the typing noises coming from her room, that sigh she made when she was done her work, and a few footsteps. The sound of her bag hitting the floor.

Her walking out into the washroom.

An electric toothbrush whirring.

One set of clothes rustling to the floor, and a pair of makeshift pajamas hitting skin.

A few more footsteps. A closing door.

I could practically hear the tick-tock of time, the individual seconds passing me by in super-slow motion as I focused, waiting for one sound.

An uncomfortable “Aah!” accompanied by a crunch-esque sound of wood collapsing.

My hands whipped off of my face like a bolt of lightning. I bolted to my door, then quickly realized immediately responding would be unrealistic. At the door, I counted to three in my head, then opened my door, then hers.

“What’s going on?” I asked to the darkness of her room.

Molly only groaned in response. A second or so passed before she somehow found the switch to her bedside lamp. My eyes were treated to an almost comical portrayal of Molly strewn across her mangled heap of what used to be her bed.

“The bed...” she managed.

I immediately went to her and extended a hand to her in assistance. “Are you okay?” I asked with the tone and face I had been rehearsing.

“Yeah, I think so.” She grimaced as she stood up straight, grabbing her back with one hand. “Ack. That ... hurts.” She glanced back to the bed, then at me, and smiled slightly. “Did I gain fifty pounds today?”

I smiled sympathetically, then the both of us looked back to her bed. “I’m pretty sure beds are supposed to hold the weight of human bodies.” I remarked. “You’re not exactly John Pinette either.”

“Who?” she asked, still wincing in pain as she bent her back from side to side.

“Never mind.” I dismissed her.

“So what happened?” Molly turned her attention back to the bed, glancing under it.

I glanced too. “Shit’s broken.” I replied, getting a lowered eyebrow from her. “It looks like a particular spot was stressed. I could probably fix it, but I don’t think I could have it ready for you by tonight. I’d need to get a few parts.”

“Oh, no, Aaron.” she soothed. “I’m not expecting you to do that.”

“Who else will? The Terrible Twins upstairs?” I gestured to the ceiling. “They didn’t even come downstairs to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m sure they just had the TV on a little loud is all...” she replied uncomfortably.

“Molly.” I asserted. “I’m going to fix it for you. It’ll be like new. You’ll sleep like a baby. Okay?”

A smile broke across her face. “Okay.” she softly replied. “Thank you, Aaron. You’re such a good person.”

“I try to be.” I replied, looking her right in the eyes. I had hoped the moment would last longer, but Molly looked right back to her bed. Even without realizing it, she was always chastising me in one way or another.

“So in the meantime, I guess we just move the base out and I’ll sleep on the mattress itself?” she asked, eyeing the carcass up and down. My eyes drifted from side to side in panic. I hadn’t prepared for that solution. My lower eyelid twitched as she reached for the underside. I needed to think of something, fast.

“I ... wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I blurted out in a cautious tone.

“Why?” she asked, looking back at me.

“From looking at that, you’re lucky as little is broken as it is.” I replied with a surge of adrenaline-fueled confidence. “If we move that thing without knowing how to go about it, there’s a good chance it could break further. I’m only so good at this kind of thing, and I want to make sure you still have a bed after this.”

Molly didn’t need any further convincing. “Okay, fair enough. Thanks, Aaron.” she replied with a slight smile, one that instantly faded. “That still puts me out of a bed, though.”

I shrugged. “Do you mind taking the couch upstairs?”

“Yeah, I guess that makes the most sense.” she replied. As she excused herself past me, I faintly smiled. The most sense. As if there were other options. Like my bed. My smile got bigger as I thought to myself how she wanted this too. Finally realizing I was just staring at nothing, I quickly got upstairs to join the other three.