"I'm counting on it." He whispered back as he placed his hands on her waist to assist her out of the elevator, answering the challenge in her voice.
He liked the way he felt when his hand made contact with her body. It suddenly felt right that he was holding her, in a way, protecting her. It suddenly seemed that he was just exactly where he should be.
"Where are we going anyway?" She asked as they settled into his car. She did not care where they went. Anywhere was good as long as it was with him.
As she said earlier, she planned to make the most of this night, whether this be the first or the last time they were together. She was not going to sulk and think of tomorrow, but only the moment.
"Oh, I think a nice dinner. Then maybe you'd show me around." Lance said as he maneuvered on the street with ease as if he had lived here all his life.
