he asks again , this time quietly . that 's how you ended up with this death trap of an apartment . i look up as i grasp my towel tightly . `` it 's kind of hard to focus with your distraction poking me in the thigh , '' i groaned , letting him bend me backward just enough so that my entire lower body was pressed against him , his hard places perfectly content to mold my soft places around them . his hands struggled for a decent hold . `` it 's going to happen tonight , '' nat said . 