163 Not a Fluke

Justin had barely gotten out of the shower when there was a knock on the door of the master bedroom. He hastily pulled on a shirt and pajama pants before answering it, his hair still dripping into his eyes since his glasses weren't on yet.

He squinted down at his girlfriend. "What's up?"

She gave off an aura of fluffiness in a light pink onesie with dreaming sheep on it that was too big for her with her damp hair starting to frizz. She blinked at him innocently.

"I was wondering if I could sleep with you. It's kinda cold in here."

"Do you want me to turn up the heater?" he asked in confusion. It felt fine to him.

"No! I mean, I don't want you to get hot," Emily stammered. "I just…it's that…okay fine. I like it when you hold me until I fall asleep."

Justin could not compute. What were words? He stared at her so long with a blank expression (made worse by the fact that he couldn't see) that she backed down, mortified.