" Yeah,” he said. “I can see me with a Kate.”
Then we were kissing. He was so good at it. He’d kiss me for a while, then pull back, look at me, smile, and kiss me again.
It was during one of those moments when he seemed to take as much delight in looking at me as kissing me that I said, “I really think you should sleep in my bed tonight.”
“Kate, I’m not going to kick you out of your bed.”
I nipped his chin and gave him a daring smile.
“Who said anything about kicking me out of it?” I asked. "

― Rachel Hawthorne , Love on the Lifts