Whatchamacallit

Situation

The room spun. Flashes of laughter, heated arguments, desperate embraces, stolen kisses. All jumbled together, remnants of the night etched into my memory. I gasped, chest heaving, the feeling of her leaving clinging to me like a phantom limb.
I stumbled to the kitchen, desperate for a cool drink to chase away the phantom warmth of her body. What had I gotten myself into? This intense feeling, this need to push her away, yet crave her touch at the same time. It was maddening.
The clink of the glass against the counter startled me back to reality. Her voice, soft yet laced with mischief, broke the silence. "Rough night?"
As she wrapped her arms around me, I inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of her hair a potent cocktail of comfort and desire. My eyes fluttered shut as she swayed us back and forth. This felt so right, so safe. But the moment wouldn't last.
She pulled back, leading me towards the bedroom. I caught her hand, the words tumbling out before I could stop them."Don't start what you can't finish."
Her lips curved into a playful smirk. "Who says I can't finish you?"
I bit back a groan as she pushed me onto the bed. "Do that thing with your hands," she purred, her voice a husky whisper.
My fingers skimmed her scalp, sending shivers down her spine. The tension in her body eased as I worked my way down her neck, whispering reassurances against her skin.
"Slow down, tiger," she murmured, a hint of a smile in her voice.
Ignoring the warning, I traced a path down her arm, feeling the knots in her muscles loosen with each touch. "I told you," I breathed into her ear, nibbling at the soft skin of her neck. "I finish what I start."
Flipping her onto her back, I kissed my way up her body, the heat intensifying with every touch. But reason pricked through the haze of desire. "You should go home soon," I mumbled, pulling away.
She pouted, her lips full and inviting. "You sure do know how to ruin a good time."
I chuckled, the sound hollow. "Sorry, but I don't want you to get in trouble."
The amusement in her eyes softened. "Aww, you care about me?"
I playfully shoved her, masking the heat rising in my cheeks. She retaliated, throwing a pillow at my head. Laughter erupted, shaking the tension from the room.
The playful sparring escalated, ending with me pinning her on the floor. Her eyes twinkled with a mix of amusement and something deeper. "Ever blessed a house before?"
She shook her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Nope. Have you?"
"Not yet," I admitted, a shiver running down my spine. "But I'd like to try."
A knock on the door shattered the playful tension. My heart hammered against my ribs as I scrambled to my feet. Opening the door, I froze.
"Asia?"