Marcella had fallen asleep by the time they reached home. Tony parked the car in the courtyard and alighted from the car. He thought of carrying her inside but she woke up just as he closed the car door.
Marcella was groggy. Tony opened the car door for her. "Need a lift?" he asked.
He reached for her zipper and that awakened Marcella. "Tony!" she clutched her dress.
She still couldn't believe that she did "that" in the middle of the road. She was so jealous, that she did that without thinking twice.
How uncouth! Not at all lady-like!
"Zipper's not…up," he smiled cheekily. "I don't mind it. I told you thinking you would care. If you don't then…" He shrugged and turned to leave. He couldn't control his smile.
"Please," Marcella held his hand. "Help me…"
Tony leaned and kissed her. She was flushed after the intense workout they had done earlier. Her eyes were shimmering in the warm lights and her lips were a little swollen.
