“Try not to giggle too much Alyson. You always manage to keep us awake,” Rae said playfully.
“Don’t tell me, tell Brian not to tickle me!” she defended herself.
They went into their room and threw their stuff on the floor.
Brian fell on the bed, taking Alyson with him.
“Hello there Alyson.”
“Hi yourself.”
He kissed her forehead and trailed down to her neck.
“Brian, do you have anything?”
He got up off the bed and picked up his duffel bag. Reaching into a side pocket, he pulled out a small box.
“Better safe than sorry,” he said, crawling back on the bed.