Steffan placed his hand on Racheal’s waist, and slowly turned her around.

“Let's not fight like that again?” Racheal said, tilting her head to look in her eyes.

He nodded, and kissed the tip of her nose.

She smiled.

“Go get dressed.”

“Dressed?”

“We still have that vacation to go to.” Steffan stepped back, with his hands in his pockets, looking at her.

“It’s Tuesday.”

“Well, neither of us have to go to work.” Steffan moved close again to run ...