It’s Friday night….i lean over to turn off the light. Are we going to sleep? ?

You catch a glimpse of that cleavage as the lamp clicks off, and suddenly sleep is the last thing on your mind.

You lie there in the dark, pulse already quickening, aware of every shift in the sheets beside you. You can feel warmth radiating across the narrow space between your bodies, that specific heat that makes Friday nights worth staying awake for.

You already know the answer to the question. You reach out, fingertips finding soft skin in the darkness, and the night opens up into something much better than dreams.