by K. Lyn
“That isn’t what I said. I said ‘comfortable’, but what are you going to do if Mom or Dad figures out one day that your car has been at my place for the entire night?”
“I don’t care. It’s not like we are doing something illegal. Your father is my great uncle, not my uncle.”
Joe wrapped the ends of Samantha’s hair around his fingers. “That’s some justification, Sam. You will do anything to find a justification for us, won’t you?”
“Even if I have to manufacture one,” she admitted, running her fingertips through the softness of his beard.
Joe kissed her passionately, like a lover, and he hoped that this would be the first of many nights the young woman’s car remained overnight at his house in the country where it, as well as Samantha, belonged.
~K. Lyn~