“What Have We Done?”

“What have we done?” Abby sighed, as she lay cuddled up in Alex’s arms.

“You mean you don’t remember?” Alex grinned. He nuzzled up to her neck, smiled. She smells so good, he thought to himself.

“Oh I remember alright,” she replied, smiling, “I’m just wondering what I’ve gotten myself into this time.”

“Why do women always seem to ask that after having sex with me?” he told her, rolling her over to face him.

“Hmm... I don’t know, Ross, maybe because you seem like trouble?” Abby grinned at him.

“Oh I am, I am,” he teased.

“I knew it the moment I met you,” she told him, still grinning, “I said to myself, Abby, that man is nothing but trouble, you watch out for him, and now here I am – naked in your bed, you having had your way with me.”

“Yep, I supposed I should send you packing now...,” he teased again.

“You wouldn’t dare... Ross?!”

He chuckled, wrapped his arms around her tighter, but instead of tossing her out of bed he pressed his lips to hers and began to kiss her.

“Mmm... that’s more like it,” she told him, as he worked his way down her neck, “I knew you weren’t the sleazy guy you come off as, Ross.”

“Oh yeah? Hmm... maybe I’m not tryin’ hard enough then,” he chuckled.

“You can’t fool me, Alex Ross, you’re just a big lovable teddy bear,” Abby told him.

“Teddy bear, huh?” he asked, lifting his head up to look her at her, “I was actually going for Love God.”

Abby giggled again, then let out a happy little sigh, “Well keep at it, practice makes perfect, you know.”

“Oh I plan on it,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her again.

Just then, Abby’s cell phone rang, “I better get that,” she sighed, crawling over Alex and scrambling to the floor where her cell phone had ended up the night before, amongst the pile of clothes.

“Hello? Oh Hi!” she said brightly into the phone, as she climbed back into bed with Alex.

“It’s Libby,” she told him, her hand placed over the receiver, “she wants to come up here for a chat. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Alex replied, though his tone and expression said otherwise.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” Abby whispered back to him, then into the phone said, “Sure, Libby, come on up. Great, see you in a while then. Bye.”

“Thanks, Alex,” Abby told him, kissing him on the cheek. “She sounded really upset. She was in that car accident, probably just wants to talk about it. She won’t be here long, I’m sure.”

Alex nodded, then thought for a moment, “Think we got time for a quick shower before she gets here?” he asked, grinning.

A broad smile stretched across Abby’s face, “Oh, I think we can fit that in.” She jumped out of bed and quickly raced for the bathroom, Alex scrambling after her.