“Sorry, I had to buy you dinner,” I explain while I unwrap half of my brat, like a burrito.

“Why’s that?” he asks, taking a bite of his.

“My roommate insisted it’s the polite thing to do before I fuck you.” I say it just loud enough for him to hear. He clears his throat, mid chew, then swallows before speaking.

A slow, sexy grin follows before he speaks. “Will you call me in the morning?” His eyes flicker with amusement.

“No.” I shake my head slowly. “I won’t have left yet, as I’ll be expecting you to make me breakfast after I bought you this expensive dinner”—I signal the brats—“and made you come.”