Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough

"Pffff!" Edy groaned happily, still flailing playfully in his grasp until he finally realized that her youthfulness would always win over his old-manliness and he gave up. Sitting up and clutching the blanket around her, Edy tried to smooth down the wild mane of hair that their impromtu wrestling had caused. "Excuse? Excuse!?" She repeated, mischevious hysteria tinting her voice as she beamed up at him. "What excuse do I need? You're supposed to be dead remember? And zombie's aren't allowed to own things." Edy concluded with a huff. "So really, you're the one who's trespassing." Edrei You know I talk too much Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up