She steadied herself by laying a hand on his back. Letting him lead her through the corridors and stairways, they eventually got to his place. He took her up the stairs and over to the bed. When he pushed her onto it, he didn’t join her, he left her sitting there at the end alone.
“Take your s**t off,” he said, going over to the computer near the window.
“Take your s**t off,” she mumbled. “That’s romantic.” Bending over, she removed her shoes and pulled her top over her head before standing up to shirk her jeans. He didn’t even glance her way once while she stripped, his frown stayed fixed on the screen. He entered a bunch of codes, and opened programs she didn’t recognize. “Are you checking up on me?”
“Something like that,” he muttered, reading something on the monitor.
“We can’t have
