Darrien
"You made me late,'' he glares at me as he puts on his clothes hurriedly. I smile because I am guilty but he also played a part in it. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, so this is not all on me.
"You should hurry up then. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist. He looks down at me and smiles, slipping his hands over my shoulders.
"You are doing it again,'' he moves in the same rhythm as me and I look into his eyes, reaching for the button on his shirt.
"I am helping you.''
He rolls his eyes "Like you helped me in the shower?'' he raises a brow in question. I look at the clock on the wall and it is almost nine. He is over an hour late and I don't want his first day to start off rough.
