"Oh. You meant--" I feel my chest tighten, and the excitement crashes into something like disappointment. I'm not upset if he's not ready. It's just that he's naked in my bed, writhing and flushed pink under me. I'd have to not have a pulse at all if I didn't want to have sex with him. "You meant literally sleep. That's not really the context in which that phrase is usually used."

A laugh spills out of me then, soft and fond. My hand slides up his thigh and I lean in to give him a quick kiss, unable to help chirping him a bit. "Bits, you just asked me if I wanted to sleep with you tonight."