"Same goes for you," he quipped, looking pointedly at her hands upon the blanket. It wasn\'t clear whether he was implying she\'d think he was irresistible and start molesting him when he got close to her or she\'d continue punching into him, and he preferred it that way. Let her keep guessing.
He picked the mattress up and positioned it back on the bed, smoothing and re-tucking the sheets that had been sent awry by their wrestle and his mattress-snatch, sweeping a hand across the smooth material surface before straightening up and looking at it with a proud smile, fists on his hips. It didn\'t bother him that she\'d simply stood there and watched; it was his job to reassemble everything.
After he\'d sought the pillows and positioned them at the head of the bed, he lay down on his back once more, legs crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head in a manner that appeared confident, but he was watching her closely this time. If she so much as flinched in his direction he\'d be sitting up and protecting his vulnerable parts - in fact, he somewhat regretted stripping down to his underwear, for not only could she read just about every vein in his cock through the soft black material, it afforded him no protection from her fists and knees whatsoever. At least the denim would\'ve absorbed a little pain for him.
"There we go!" he announced with satisfaction, pretending not to mind that his feet were dangling over the end of the modestly-made two person bed. He anticipated that he might have to curl up and get a little closer to her side in order to be comfortable once it was actually time to sleep, but he wasn\'t about to venture there until entirely necessary. He turned his head and looked innocently across his bicep at her, smiling so his dimples showed and he looked friendly.
"So. Tell me about this reservation and why it\'s stopped you acting like a rational person," he invited brightly.
