"I'm trying to take off my pants."

Just as I was about to dose off, Dylan started moving about beside me. I heard grunts and the sound of his belt buckle being undone.

What the hell is he doing?

"Can't you stay still? Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Sorry, Sorry," he quickly apologized.

I closed my eyes for five seconds and he started to move around again.

"You're still moving, " I said between gritted teeth.

His voice was strained, "I'm trying to take off my pants."

My cheeks flushed, "Why are you taking your pants off?" He sexily groaned beside me, "I can't sleep with my pants on, I usually sleep naked since it's more comfortable."

A tomato had nothing on me when it came to who's redder.

"Dylan...please keep your clothes on."

He continued to move about but I didn't dare look behind me at what he was doing. I heard when he flung something to the side of the room. I presumed it was his pants.