Giriko knew that in an outright fight Justin had the edge. He hated that fact. It made him feel crazy just to think about it. But he was pretty confident of his prowess in bed, and was sure that in a different situation, he could come out on top.

His eyes lit up at that 'and', and his smile widened as Justin continued. "Oh yeah? You figured it meant somethin'. Or maybe you knew it was 'cause I was fuckin' tired and didn't have a bed - but you hoped it meant something."

He reached out as he spoke, intending to catch Justin by the back of the neck and curl his fingers in his short blond hair.