“You can make it up to me later,” she teased, kissing him back then shimmying out of the car to make her way back up to their room. “Shift, then shower, love. You already smell like a bear. I’ll be upstairs for when you’re ready to go to dinner.”
Lightly, she took off, opening the door to the stairwell and flying up to their floor rather than waiting for the elevator, pleased at how well the surprise had gone. She really hadn’t been sure he’d like the car, knowing he’d been eying a GTO for a while.
She entered their room and decided to head for the shower. He wasn’t the only one who smelled, and it was Valentine’s Day.