After a quick shower and a shave to trim things up, King got dressed. Nothing super dressy. Black cotton button down and jeans but the effect was pretty good. The man cleaned up nice. Heading back to the common area, he made sure he had everything as he waited for Abigail. Glancing at his watch he bellowed toward her room. "Hey Whistler, move your ass. We still have to find parking. Skipping underwear sheds precious time off the getting ready process. Just so you know."

Pulling her close enough so there was full frontal contact, she could feel how happy he was to see her through his thin pajama bottoms. He brought his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss. He'd been thinking of this since the very first time that he'd met Abigail. How could he not? She was gorgeous but she always had her eye on the prize. Everything was about work and it didn't take him long to figure out that he was in the "friend" category.

So holding her now and kissing her like he was, was seriously like a fantasy come to life.