EASTON's POV
After dinner, Chloe and I went to our bedroom and I was drooling like a teenage boy as I stared at her. She had on a red lace and satin nightgown that exuded a very seductive air. Her shoulder-length red hair fell in soft waves cascaded down her lovely breasts and her shoulders.
Her legs, which were perfect in every way, beckoned to be stroked. Her freshly washed face appeared to be incredibly smooth, and her lips appeared to be puckering up in preparation for a kiss.
‘‘Are you going to take a shower?’’ she asked after placing the hair dryer down on the dresser.
‘‘Yeah…’’ I smirked, excited to sleep beside her.
‘‘Okay...’’ she smiled as she settled down on the bed.
I was literally on the verge of entering the bathroom when she called my name once more.
‘‘Is it okay if you sleep on the couch?’’ and throughout my entire life, I was never disappointed by a question. I counted it as a blessing that I got to sleep next to her that night, I was wrong.