“So you’re really not mad?” Smith asked as he played with her hair.
Wynn nuzzled her head into the crook of his arm. “I just have to realize you’re a man set in his ways.” He lifted her head so she could look him in the eyes, the sheet falling away and exposing their n***d bodies. “But I do wish you had called me to come get you. You were there voluntarily. You didn’t need to sneak out and have Hank drive you here to get your car. I would’ve gone to get you, fuzzy slippers and all.”
Smith laughed and pulled her toward him, locking his lips on hers. “I’m gonna head into the office a bit.”
“Do you need me to come with you?”
Smith stood and buttoned his pants. “Nah, doll. You stay here and catch up on your beauty sleep.”
She threw a bed pillow at him. “So now you’re calling me ugly?”
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