Going to her apartment is useless really, so they go to his. She will have to sort out the mess before she can even think of going back home.
“I don’t even have a pillow.” She thinks out loud and Tank bursts out laughing.
“You know you can use mine. I do have a spare on the bed.”
She smacks his arm.
“My privacy has been completely violated, and you are joking about a damn pillow.”
“Hey, you brought it up.”
He parks the car in the basement, and they walk to the elevator with all her bags in hand. Both aim for the button and they butt heads, making Gemma drop the bags in her arms and grab hold of her forehead.
Tank drops his stuff and steps closer, leaving a soft kiss on the red mark on her forehead.
She aims to rub it when he rubs her cheek and a spark shoot through her body. Her st
