ANGELINE walked over and looked over his shoulder at the screen. There was nothing on it except the screensaver of her pictures.
Without a word, she climbed onto his lap and kissed his lips softly.
"Hey. Say something ..."
Instead of answering, he ran his hand down her naked back. "This is a shocking surprise ..." he mumbled with wide eyes bathing the shape of her face.
"I missed you," her words were soft, the noise of her breathing louder over them.
"Missed you? I can't fucking survive without you," he growled, his voice deep and low with a sudden emotion that rumbled out of him.
"Any news?" She whispered as his eyes glued on her. "The case?"
He shook his head, "I don't want to talk about my job."
"Why? Are we in trouble?
"No," he whispered back. "I am in trouble with you dressed up like that."
