“That’s good.”
Mia laughed. No need for humor.”
“I think lack of excitement is where humor is needed most.” She drove past the coffee shop. She gave up on trying to figure out who it was and decided to explore on her own. “I could get used to that.” She touched the bulge in his boxers. As they approached the sign, a man appeared on the sidewalk. There was only one door. She tossed it off the bed and looked at him again. She lost sight of him only as the cloth went over her face. She bit her lip and closed her eyes again. She mentally kicked herself for daydreaming. “Much too ‘harlot’ for my taste.” He kissed her gently on the cheek. She was gorgeous, everyone loved her. She rolled off of him and sat at the edge of the bed, unlacing her boots. “You’re weird.”
“I know.” He laid his arms away from his sides.
