The Next Day…
The soft sound of short kisses filled Grace's apartment as she and Haines stood in the middle of the living room. His arms circled her waist, and her hand rested gently against his chest.
When Haines finally drew his head back, the corners of Grace's mouth curled up, her cheeks flushed pink as she bit her lower lip, still savoring the lingering softness of his kisses.
"You know…" she trailed off, wiggling her brows suggestively. "I still have some time to spare. If you promise to make it quick, we could probably… you know…"
Haines let out a shallow laugh, watching her try to sound modest about it. "Should we?"
"I mean… why not?" she hummed, pressing herself closer. "We start the morning in a much better mood, and hey, your knees get the workout they need!"
"It's not my knees that are the problem," Haines quipped.
She grinned mischievously. "Well, it's close to your thighs, so—" she stopped mid-sentence, tipping her head toward the bedroom.
