"On... the... floor?" He said it like a question even though he knew the answer.

He could feel the skin of her bare leg against his own, and vaguely remembered helping peel her out of those skinny jeans. It might not have been any better had he let her sleep with her jeans where she had left them-- half down around her knees.

Somehow he felt a little cheated, knowing she was going to end his life... and he didn't even really get to sleep with her.