“Why not? It’s only fair, after you left me in the underground parking lot without saying goodbye.”

“That’s not fair. Need I remind you I’m still mad at you?” I give him a quick kiss and slip away from his arms, locking myself in the bathroom.

“You’re so unfair,” he complains through the door.

Chuckling at his childish whining, I remove my makeup, place my things on the counter, and step into the warm stream of water, letting the heat melt the tension in my muscles.

When I ...