“Oh Mike..please you gotta stop…” She gasped, melting into his arms as they kissed again, “I gotta go…really I have to….”
“I know.” He sighed, reluctantly stepping back and taking her hands in his, “What time do you get off.”
“I’m hoping about an hour after I leave work…”
“God you’re killing me…” He laughed, turning, her hand still in his as he led her to the laundry room, “Everything is clean and dry…sure you don’t just want to shower here…I could help.”
Tiffany laughed as she began pulling her clothes on, “Tempting but all my stuff is at home…and I need my make up…”
“No you don’t.” He interrupted, “You’re gorgeous.”
Tiffany graced him with a genuine smile as she continued getting dressed, “You’re sweet, but yes I do!”
Mike drove her home, waited until she
