You and your boss were always the last ones to leave work. He always gave you a lift home which you appreciated.

"I'm all finished up" he says while walking into your office. "I'll be done in 5 minutes" you whisper, trying to hold in your yawns.

"I'll take your stuff to the car" he offers and before you can protest he's off with your bag

He comes back into your office and gives you a gentle massage as you finish your work.

"'in all done" you whisper, not wanting him to stop his movements. "Let's go" he holds a hand for you to stand up and locks up behind you.

"Sh*t" you both blurt out herzyou see housheavy it

"We can't drive In this" he immediately says.

Before you can think he's dragging you towards the hotel down the street, while trying to use his body to shelter you

"I'll get us some rooms" he then goes to the desk and soon enough he's walking back over to you.

"They only had one room" he admits.

"That's fine, as long as we can get out of these wer clothes" you laugh as he guides you upstairs.

Once you're in the room you realise there's only one bed. "I'll take the floor" he immediately offers.*

"Don't be silly, the beds big enough for both of us" you smile, his eyes darkening.

"I bet the shower is too" he murters under his breath, but. you: hear.