Lance smiled back and kissed her lips softly. He slowly and regretfully raised her down from himself and placed her beside him.
Lance took tissues and a water bottle the limousine provided, wetting them. He wanted to wipe Paige clean himself, only for it to be snatched away by her.
"After-sex cleaning service is not required." She said resolutely.
"Why?" Lance whined.
"Cause I'm shy." Paige said, laughing, as she cleaned her private parts.
Lance ignored this nonsensical testimony that Paige threw at him every other time. He got a tissue for himself, cleaning up too, and then he paused.
"Fuck, we did it..." He blurted out, still unbelieving.
"Yeah." Paige laughed.
Buttoning up his own shirt, he was relieved that he hadn't ripped up the whole thing. Because the burgundy shirt was slightly longer, he was still fully covered, even without the buttons on the lower part missing.
