“I could go for a make-out session,” she agreed with a vigorous nod of her head.
“Not in the bed though,” he pulled her out of the bed.
“Well, where then?” she was curious as he swung her up in his arms and raced her out of the room. She giggled burying her head in the crook of his neck. She found herself jostled in his arms as he took the stairs two at a time and jumped to land on the landing at the bottom of the staircase. “Olivier,” she protested his brusque movements.
He paused at the backdoor and plugged in the security code before pulling the door open.
“Where are we going?” she was in his arms on the porch, the rumble of thunder in the distance and the steady pattering of rain a soothing rhythm.
“Treehouse,” he laughed as she protested at being carried into the rain, but he t
