Laura
I was getting my shoes on, ready to go to the office. I had a mountain of work to catch up on since Stephen delayed me a few days with what he called our "Bubble."
My fingers had just touched the doorknob to leave the room when I heard a knock. I opened the door to find Stephen standing there.
“Don’t tell me we’re playing hooky from work again,” I smirked at him.
Stephen crashed his lips down onto mine, startling me. I kissed him back, loving how soft his lips were.
We broke from our kiss, and I asked him, “You came here just to do that?”
He smiled and nodded, “Perhaps I did. But I wanted to know—did you talk to your father about us going to Pennsylvania?”
I wrinkled my brow. “No, I haven’t had a chance to. Why the rush?”
“I just need to get away from my life,” he said.
“Oh
