He quickly shut it off, drank in the sight of Jasmine curled up in his bed and once again thanked God for this spectacular gift. He thought about forgoing a shower and waking her up by crawling under the sheets and feasting again, but time was running short. He quietly slipped from bed, showered, shaved and packed his toiletries into his shaving kit. When he came back into the bedroom, Jasmine was sitting up, the sheet bunched at her hips and her exquisite breasts proudly displayed. “You should have gotten me up. I would have showered with you.” Tim groaned out loud. “Baby, I wouldn’t make my plane.” “Give me ten minutes and I’ll drive you to the airport.” He thought about that a moment. “Okay.” She took a quick shower, gathered her clothes, dressed and they left the room hand in hand. As Tim closed the door, he glanced inside one last time with a smile. Good thing rooms couldn’t talk. Their carefree chatting on the way to the airport felt comfortable. He learned a little about his sexy rebound.
