It didn't help that the drive over he spent either caressing my knee or occasionally grabbing my hand to link it in his, sometimes bringing the back of my hand to his lips to place a soft kiss there. He's been slowly killing me, and it's been a good death… but my body can't take much more of it. When I would look over at him, he would just flash me a sexy grin that would almost make me blush on sight at what could be playing behind those chocolate eyes of his. He opens the door for me and I walk towards the living room while he says something about getting us a drink. Before I sit down I ask him where the bathroom is so I can freshen up. Walking down the hallway, I poke my head in the first room on my left and see that it's a guest bedroom and sometimes office, directly across is the bathroom. Further down the hall is another opened door, which I assume would be his bedroom. I close the door behind me and begin to rummage through my purse for the necessary items: lip gloss, mascara, and hair brush.
