As the high subsides, you're both left panting. Harvey's hovering above you, gazing down at you. You're underneath him, hair draped everywhere in a graceful mess.

"We said..." you squeak between pants. "We said we wouldn't do that again," you pant, weakly.

"I know," Harvey grunts. Once again he had found himself at your farm cottage and one thing lead to another and the two of you made love.

However, this was after agreeing on avoiding relationships to focus on work.