Henry and Quinn were both on the bed, in her room upstairs.

"I'm fucking tired." Quinn groaned as she sat up.

"So am I... I don't think I can take a shower." Henry turned tiredly on the bed.

"Then don't dream of sleeping on my bed. It seems you would like to sleep on the couch downstairs." Quinn glared at him.

"You should know that I was joking. I'm a neat freak, and you know that." Henry shook his head.

"I know that too well. Let me take a shower then." Quinn sauntered towards the bathroom.

"Wait for me." Henry threw off the duvet and made his way towards her....