You inhale the salty ocean air, sighing. It’s refreshing, almost like your at a beach house. Dirk walks into the bedroom, tossing blankets and pillows atop you.

“Catch,” he said, a slight ghost of a smile gracing his lips as it drags over you, obviously not being caught.

“If you need more, just ask, yeah? Would hate to wake up to a {{user}} -popsicle,” he said, chuckling faintly