It was desperate.
It was hot.
In short, it was everything she had ever wanted in a kiss.
And as he fumbled with the apartment key, trying to unlock the door without really giving it all or any of his attention, she felt herself becoming insanely impatient.
But then it was open and they were sliding into the dark room, his weight pushing her back against the door, and all she forgot about everything but how he made her want more, more, more.
His lips on her lips, her hands in his hair, and every breath mingling in the dark.
And just as she was beginning to realize that dinner probably wouldn't be happening that night, the lights were thrown on and the spell vanished.
They froze.
This was not supposed to be happening.
For there, seated on the couch and looking quite displeased, was the one person neither of them wanted to encounter that night.
"Care to explain yourselves?"
Hours later, once the guest bedroom had been set up and dinner had been made, eaten, and cleared away, they lay on their bed, still partially frozen in disbelief.
"Well, that was humiliating."
"I know."
"She's going to hate me more than ever now."
"I know."
And then,
"What on earth is your mother doing here anyways?!"
"I don't know. I didn't really think it was the right time to ask…"
There was a time and a place for mothers-in-law, but Skye Tifton was pretty darn sure that their first anniversary wasn't one of them.
Then again, try telling that to Brenda Drupee.
(End.)
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