"Yeah." She was already rifling through her suitcase for fresh clothes, completely unbothered. "I mean, we have to live somewhere as a couple. It's definitely not going to be your shoebox apartment."
"Why not?" he demanded, sitting up fully now, affronted.
Queen turned to him, one eyebrow arched high.
"Well, uh… my house is bigger. Way bigger. With better lighting. And a pool. And no neighbors… We can make all the noise we want when we have… " She gave him a sly look. "…a loud orgasm."
Drake flushed, recalling exactly how loud she had gotten last night and how many times.
Still, he wasn't about to just roll over without a fight.
"We don't need a big house," he argued stubbornly, crossing his arms. "It's just the two of us. We can survive without a tennis court and three guest bedrooms."
"I will not be staying at your apartment, Drake. Period." Queen said from the bathroom doorway, waving her hairbrush. "When you get a better house, we can revisit this conversation."
