Taking a deep breath, Davis stood up and walked over to the door, turning the key to ensure it was locked. Jessica, settling on the bed, felt her eyelids already dropping over each other. It had been a stressful day, and all she wanted in that moment—was sleep.
She glanced at the light supplementary dish Deborah had brought in earlier. Her gaze then settled on Davis. Slowly, she climbed out of the bed. Standing with his back to her, unbuttoning his cufflinks, Davis felt an arm wrap around his waist. Slowly and gently, he pried it away and turned to face her.
Holding up her face to meet his gaze, "What is it?" His voice was sonorous, several emotions swirling through their gazes.
The atmosphere shifted—sparks and feelings flew. Studying her for a moment, he lowered his head and captured her lips in a slow, passionate kiss.
Jessica slowly withdrew her hands from his waist, wrapping them around his neck as she pulled him closer, responding with the same fervour.
