"Cindy, stop that. Please." There was a definite note of pain in her voice, which confused me, but I had no chance of wrapping my head around it in my current state.
The elevator door opened, and we, or rather I, stumbled inside, Mitch keeping me upright. I could feel the fatigue start to wash over me when the door closed.
"No, no. No sleepies for you, not yet."
"Aww."
Somehow we made it into Mitch's room. "Okay, my roommate is gone for the weekend, so you can crash here."
Crashing, yeah, crashing sounded awesome. I needed to lie down.
"Okay, you're not sleeping in that. C'mon, let's get it off."
I sat on the bed and tried to unbutton my jeans. God, these things were super tight. I groaned, laying back and trying to push the denim material down over my hips.
Mitch went down on one
