His POV
I kiss you softly, letting my tongue trace your bottom lip.
We're still panting.
We hurry and fix our clothes.
Your face is flushed.
You look even more beautiful, slightly disheveled from our activities.
With a sigh you release the emergency stop and the elevator jolts back to life.
When it finally stops on your floor, you face me and steal another quick kiss before you go.
I wink, grinning like a fool when you turn back to look at me.
The rest of the day passes slowly.
I'm disappointed when I don't see you when it's time to leave.