We met up in the same room, and there was a flow to the way that we got her food and coffee. Her lips were swollen with the kisses from the night before, and I knew what she was thinking about when she’d blush here and there throughout the day. I knew that she was replaying the night before as much as I was.
That evening, we ate somewhere else and went back to the penthouse without discussing it. Jane walked out to the balcony, and we followed her, knowing that she only had a couple of glasses of wine tonight. Dinner was more mellow, and we just wanted to be alone when we were done, putty in Jane’s hands. She looked at the sky for a moment before turning towards Brent and pushing him into the wall for a long kiss. Tonight, she was wearing a longer loose black skirt and a red shirt with ma
