Invite her to stay the night

“Why don’t you stay here?” you ask Sabrina. She looks shocked and then thinks about it. She quickly comes to the same conclusions that you just did.

“I don’t want to impose…” she starts, shaking her head.

“No, it’s my fault you got caught up in all this,” you reason. “Besides, I don’t want you going out alone at this hour and we both need rest or we’ll be zombies at work tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right,” Sabrina reluctantly agrees with a sigh.

“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll dig up some night clothes for you to wear?” you suggest.

“Sure! Thanks!” Sabrina smiles, heading to your bathroom.

Despite your newfound familiarity with one another, you don’t want to impose on her by offering to shower with her. You’re content to dig through your closet for something for your new guest to wear. You don’t have any sexy lingerie or anything girly, but you do have some old PJs that are too small for you, they might fit her. You lay them out on your bed and head back to the living room to sort through your pictures.

It just occurs to you now that your phone is filled with pictures of beautiful naked women posing for you, not to mention the explicit sex videos. You wonder what the guys at work would say if they caught you with these, especially the ones with Sabrina in them. They would probably freak out and consider you a god. Of course, it would ruin Sabrina’s reputation in the process. You decide to offload all your data onto your desktop just in case you forget to in the morning.

“Hey, the shower’s free,” Sabrina tells you. You peer over your shoulder to see her already in the pajama top. She opted not to put on the pants, making her look even cuter in your old clothes. “It’s kind of hot in here, so I didn’t wear the pants,” she explains. “I hope that’s OK…”

“That’s totally fine!” you reply. You realize that you’re still naked and now that she’s clothed, it feels kind of awkward. She notices your discomfort and politely looks away. “Ah, you don’t have to, you’ve already seen everything,” you laugh.

“Yeah…” she laughs back, giving you a quick glance before looking away again, shyly.

You take your shower and dress in boxers and a tank top. When you get out, you find Sabrina sitting on the couch. “Oh, no, you take the bed,” you tell her.

“No no, I’m a guest, I’m fine on the couch,” she tells you.

“I insist. My place, my rules,” you tell her with a grin.

‘Well, I guess we could…” she starts, then trails off. You raise an eyebrow, so she finishes her though. “Share the bed?”