Singing

“Not the chanting!” Aaron said. “She’s at it again, Penelope.”

Penelope roused from limbery slumber. God, how Aaron loved her curves. She fit so well inside his torso when they spooned. And he fit so well inside her when they –

Penelope squeaked a little naked yawn. “She’s singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ again. Ask her to stop, Aaron.”

Two minutes later he knocked on the door just as she restarted the tale as old as time. “Aunt Wilhelmina, would you mind terribly? I have a final exam tomorrow morning. I’d like to sleep.”

She opened the door, a mass of wrinkles and curiosity. “I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t think anyone could hear.”

They could hear her in the Presidio. “Thank you. Good night, Aunt Wilhelmina.”

He’d sleep in the other bedroom for the rest of the night. A little variety, right? So he sneaked inside the room, took off his shorts, and curled up against Curtis’s chest. The hair felt good.