TIME LOST
After we had finished dinner, Jeffery found a perfect excuse to leave the dishes for Dom while he dragged me upstairs.
At the end of the hallway, we stopped at a door. “What’s the hold up,” I questioned, reaching for the knob. Like a streak of lightening, Jeffery threw himself against the door, blocking my entrance. My brows furrowed, confused.
“Oh, no you don’t, gurrrlfriend!” He waged his finger. “Not until you wear this.” He pulled out a pink scarf out of his pocket, waving it in my face.
I snatched it out of his hand and grumbled. “All right, I’ll put it on if you take that damn smirk off your face.”
The tips of Jeffery’s mouth stretched to the Grand Canyon. “Let me help. Turn around.” He twirled his finger over my head. “No peeky-poo,” he advised as my back was to him,
