“You do know I have to get my arse out the door to work?” I said while laughing into the camera of my computer. He looks at me and smirks, while I jump off my bed and reach for my clothes on the edge of the bed. “So. I want to watch you get dressed. You can get ready and still talk. And I get a show.” Again laughing at him, knowing he still had plans to get me back for all the countless times I’d cornered him while he’d b...