That tone he was using was quite nice indeed, and she would have been quite willing to skip work the next day if only to spend some more time with him. But really, what rush was there? Didn't they have time spread out in front of them to spend and enjoy? So she vacated his lap after one more little teasing rock of her lips, returning the peck he had given her with one of her own. "But your lap was so comfy, Ray," Isobel mock-complained as she sat back down on the carpet beside him, hands in her lap.
It was then that she glanced to the clock on the DVD player beneath her television, a brow arching. "It got late. Don't you have to work in the morning?"