Bootycall 101

Is it a booty call if it was planned that they can drop over later when they’re done with previously arranged obligations.
He comes by after midnight and brings takeaway for us both to eat
on the coffee table, upbeat music on the stereo.....lamps on.
Then some chitchat while he lays comfortably across the chesterfield holding my hand while I sit cross-legged on the floor smoking up the fireplace.
His socks are on the rug.
It’s getting late and he’s kinda tired so suggests we go upstairs and chill on the other couch and watch TV. Sounds good, invitation to spoon.
I get all squished and my push up bra is digging in…....my “low rise”(?) jeans that fall down easy are really uncomfy when you lie down. He’s snoring now. Off I go to just change and forget the fashion statement. That’s better.
We relocate to my bed.
He steals my side…and that really bugs me....I don’t know that other area of the room well.
So we go to bed and spoon, he’s snoring again and his arm jerks wildly sometimes - giving me whiplash. Oh well, I like him so I find it endearing in some weird way.
In the morning…he asks what time he should go…should he go now 7ish and go back to bed at home or should we sleep more…we decide he should pretty much go now…it was a booty call remember...I think you’re supposed to go when its dark and we failed to do that.
He looks for an orange on the way out and checks the fridge for a juice box. He has a long trek up to the subway.
Oh and your probably wondering if there actually was any sex. Right?
“I did not have sexual relations with that man”
I think we’re doing something wrong.