"You're a pervert, Dave!"

You immediatly go tense.

"What? Are you crazy, Dave? What happened to sweet love making?"

Your face looks disgusted, even though you do remember of course your dreams from this morning. Maybe that's why you are so determined to certainly not follow up his idea. Because you feel a tiny bit shocked about your own fantasies.

Dave lets go immediatly and blushes. He looks as if you slapped him in the face.

"I am sorry, darling!", he mumbles.

You don't know what to answer. Dave rolls over and grabs for his pyjamas. Apparently, he has lost the mood again, and you yourself feel similar, as you admit. Maybe you should both call it a day. There is still enough time for sex tomorrow.