takethewords:

They had been ready to leave her flat for the morning, her on her way to work and him on his way home to change from the night before. Too many glasses of champagne and that red dress had seduced him to hers, not for the first time. Keys in hand, and her hand on the lock, then he had given her that smirk that made her stomach turn somersaults and it was all his fault she was going to be late.

“For the love of decency, Hunter, button up.”

Sweethearts