Reluctantly, I pull my lips from his and he chases my mouth, not ready to end the contact. “I have to go,” I say against his lips. Giving him quick kisses. “I know.” He sighs and steps back, pulling his fingers from inside my shirt and adjusting himself in his jeans. He picks up my bag and heads to the door. “I can carry that myself.” I wander out after him once I’ve made sure my hard-on is semi hidden. “I know.”
