Perfect-1

  The whole two months were perfect.

  I had FaceTime with my parents yesterday morning, had girls bonding in the afternoon, and a dinner date with Bash. We went home then made love over and over again.

  Now, it’s Monday morning, and we are both back to work. If he didn’t wake me up earlier, I may be still be snoring in our bed. Our bed as he called it.

  “Trinity, meet me in the lobby for lunch, okay?” Bash kisses my lips then licks his lips with my smeared lip-gloss.

  “Oh, don’t pout, and just reapply them. I told you to use a kiss-proofed lipstick.” He smirks and moves his head closer.

  “You had enough last night and this morning, and not in here in the public elevator of the office building.” I place my thumb on his lips, wiping the stain of my lip-gloss. He slips his tongue that grazes against my thumb.