“Sorry,” Gavin smiled. “Shag. Bang. Ride the baloney pony. Bump uglies. Do the horizontal bop. Bump and grind. Whatever. Take your pick. Point being, if you want to ask, just ask. Try something along this line: ‘Husband, what would your opinion be on us taking this simulated relationship of ours into the bedroom?’“
Once again the steak began to chatter in the pan and Matthew stirred the meat, gratefully relinquishing eye contact. “First off, you’re a pig. Secondly, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Matthew,” Gavin said around a feigned sigh. “We literally just had this conversation. I can hear you as clear as if you were shouting it. So if you want to share a bed, then put on your big boy pants and ask if you can.”