Not afraid to be a bit crass, Ash spared a glance down at the mess currently sticking the two of them together. "You managed a bit more than something."

He knew this can't last forever. He knew he'd have to get up, clean himself, redress, and leave eventually. The afternoon was bordering on evening, and he had a curfew.

But he didn't want it to end. Biting his lip, he avoided Junior's gaze, trying to think how to go about doing what he wanted to do. It wasn't strictly allowed, but there were workarounds to prevent anyone from finding out.

"What's your phone number?" he asked, suddenly and out of nowhere.