“Perhaps I can persuade you to stay.” She bats her eyelids and pouts. I laugh out loud.
“Yes tonight Beth, not now. I don’t want sex hair before work. Everyone will know.”
“It suits you!”
“I’ll make it up to you later.”
Beth grabs my hand and holds it to her chest. “Oh, will you?”
“You have my word.”
“Can I have it in writing, Ed?” She grins, rolling onto her back and star fishes the bed. I laugh and scribble a few words on a piece of paper, scrunch it up into a little ball and toss it at her shoulder.
“Ouch!” Beth unfurls the paper and giggles.
“Dearest Elizabeth, I owe you sex at seven. -Edward.” She reads.
“Bye.” I whisper, as she winks and blows me a kiss. I finally break free, making a quick exit out of the door.
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