She finally crawls from the hotel room bed and starts to get dressed.

“Do you really have to leave so soon?”

“Well, I could text him and say I’m delayed."

She looks at me.

"Am I being delayed?”

I drape my arms around her neck and pull her closer.

“It might be a while before I’m ready to let you go.”

She grins and unfastens her blouse once more.

"You might be very, very, very delayed."

I gaze into her eyes as I lick my lips, watching her text.

Message sent, she collapses onto the bed.

"Now, where were we?"