Not Getting Off

When they both got back home, Gemma jumped right into the shower while Miguel went to his home office to complete some of the work that he couldn't get done at the office.

"Aren't you going to sleep? It's getting late."

Miguel raised his head from the screen of his laptop to see Gemma standing at the door, dressed in one of his shirts, her hair wrapped in a messy bun. And a wide smile spread across his face. 

"I just need to get some of these done, I will come join you in bed soon," he rubbed his eyes as he spoke. 

Gemma stepped deeper into the office. "I think you are overworking yourself. You should rest."

Miguel chuckled. "Yeah, I should."

Gemma came to stand behind his chair and began to slowly massage his shoulders. Miguel let out a groan. "Thanks," he murmured. 

"I really had fun this evening," Gemma said. 

"Yeah, me too." Miguel released a breath. 

"Thank you."

"For?"