That very evening, her arse still rosy and sore from his attention (and a glow in her cheeks from the following coupling), she returned to her apartment to collect a larger amount of clothing and essentials to keep at his place. If she was staying, she was going to do so with more than four pairs of underwear, dammit. Three, she corrected herself - he’d rather thoroughly destroyed her last pair the day before, but then again... she flushed at the mere memory.  Worth it, she grinned.  Definitely worth it.