The next morning, Roxanne awoke to Tom leaning over her and nuzzling her ear. She liked seeing a playful side of him. Turning her head, she kissed him sweetly on the lips and rubbed his nose with hers.
“We still have some things to discuss." He stood up beside the bed. Having already gotten dressed in black pants and a maroon polo, he looked ready for business.
Of course, thought Roxanne. There was a whole load of information to unpack, but she wanted to stay in the comfy, cozy confines of the bed a little longer. It felt safe and warm, and she particularly didn't want to have to divulge to Tom all her wrongdoings - like the forged permit.
“Coffee first," she said.
“I got that covered. First, get dressed, then you can have some coffee in the kitchen." He walked out.
She smirked. Desp
