"You can't have too much fun. Just like you can't have too much chocolate, or too much money."
Taking the hint, Lola settled her head against Caleb's bare chest. Letting her still naked form rest up against his side. Absent mindedly, her finger traced along the outline of his tattoos curiously.
The whole situation was such a puzzle. Surely there should have been some element of awkwardness? Just something that felt uncomfortable? Regret even? But there was nothing there. Perhaps she was trying to over analyse, and in actual fact, this scenario needed very little thought.
"You know, you make a surprisingly good pillow. If being a gangster doesn't work out, you should go pro."
Closing her eyes again, her leg instinctively wrapped around his. It was worth mentioning, that the sleeping together really hadn't solved the tension issue, that was clearly still in play. Enjoying the warmth of the shared body heat, Lola continued to graze her fingertips softly against his skin as she dozed. There was just something so right about the whole situation.