I'd rather not take the risk.

"I'd rather not take the risk"

"No problem" he responds, still pressed up against my back "if you change your mind, you know where i'll be."

He smacks my ass lightly and leaves.

I finish cleaning the plates soon after and place them back into the cupboards. Then i slink back upto my room and put my music back on, then begin to read a book.

Time passes quickly, before long i have a restless feeling growing inside me, boredom.