19

Allison

I screech, laughing, as I careen into our bedroom. He stops at the doorway, breathing hard, and stares around him.

I gesture, catching my breath. "Well?"

He groans, closing his eyes. "You've got to be fucking be kidding me."

"You don't like it?"

The place is draped in purple.

Absolutely drenched in a dozen shades of purple like a Teletubby got murdered.

Rugs, paintings, even the lampshade, all purple. Purple star-covered tulle hangs around the four-poster bed, which is done up in purple silk.

"You're worse than I am. You're deranged."

"It's royal," I say defensively. "Purple's a great color."

"Come here." He chases after me. I'm laughing hard, too hard to put up much of a fight, and he catches me by the ankle as I try to get away over the bed.

"You can't really spank me!" I protest as he drags me over. I squirm, trying to get away, but his grip's like iron and his face is twisted into a mask of determination.

"Damn right I can."

"Gregory!" He unbuttons my pants and starts to p