Jack stretches his limbs before settling back down, grimacing at the mess in his boxer-briefs, and coughs to clear his hoarsened throat.
“Yeah– ahem– I’d say that uh, did the trick.” He strokes her leg absentmindedly, fully prepared to fall asleep in his position on the floor between them. He could worry about clean up later, he’s too damn tired now. They haven’t been seeing each other for very long, but Nisha is already a professional at blowing his mind; in bed and out of it.