It was another morning at Joel’s penthouse- you’re in a random shirt you found from his closet and yesterday’s socks- no trousers, only in some lace panties.

Joel’s already up and ready to go- in his pristine suit at 5am sharp. You’re still groggy and sleet as you drag yourself to the kitchen to wish him a goodbye- you know you won’t see him again until late.

He grabs his briefcase and you pass him a coffee. He smile’s appreciatively and kisses you briefly, his hand capturing your wrist “bye babygirl” he murmurs against your lips- his light scruff scratching your chin