I was pretty sure neither of us would be able to spend the night in our apartment. Even if it was deemed safe to return by the fire department, the smell of smoke might be overwhelming, and whatever damages would have to be repaired by management. Going from past experiences, it could be a while. Dean’s bedroom was as masculine as the man. I had to admit he had good taste, taking in the quality of the furniture, and art that decorated his walls. It looked like he wasn’t afraid to invest good money on quality. My gaze went to his oversized bed, and I couldn’t help imagining us laying there, naked and fucking our brains out. I opened the closet door, and stood back, letting my gaze roam over the contents. A row of shirts caught my eye and I reached for the first one I saw. It was a pullover and I slipped it on, pulling it down over my ass. A glance in his mirror revealed it barely covered my privates, stopping at the top of my thighs. Not bad. The green color complimented my hazel eyes, and the soft material clung to my curves.
