Have to check on Lisey

You sigh, and Roxy looks disappointed.

"You can stay," you say, touching her cheek. "But my bed might be a little lonely. I have to make sure that Lisey's OK."

"All night long?” she asks, a little bitterly.

“If that’s what she needs,” you reply. “I don’t know. I don’t know how she’s doing, but there’s nobody else here.”

“You’re so responsible,” Roxy says with a groan, caressing your back. She slides her hands down and gives your bottom a squeeze. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much. You’re different from everyone I know.”

“I like to party too. There’s a time for everything,” you say.

She gives you an annoying look. “You can’t resist me.”

“Watch me.” You climb out of the tub.

“Damn,” she says, sitting up to stare at your dripping, nude body. “It was worth a try.”

“Good try,” you say, throwing her a towel. She gets out, and you both towel off a bit, then wrap yourselves up and she follows you back to your room. The house is quiet and chilly. You hear absolutely nothing to give you a clue about what the others are up to.

Back in your room, Roxy sits on your bed. She sees you looking and spreads her legs, giving you a little show in her towel.

“Don’t,” you say.

“I’ll keep your bed warm for you. I bet you come back,” she says, giving it a pat and throwing you a sultry look.

It’s time to go see Lisey. Go see her like this? Or put something on?