Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

He kissed her for a while, his mood lifting with every second.

"Then just don't meet up with him again, okay? It's not like I did it on purpose- you're the one who always makes me jealous."

He kept kissing her, pulling her onto the couch and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"This couch really needs to go, you know. It's so uncomfortable. Next time, I'll ask my assistant to get you a new one. My back always hurts when I sit here too long."

His hands slid up slowly, his intentions written all over his face.

He was only twenty-three-right at that age where he couldn't get enough of this kind of thing.

Scarlette, though, was almost thirty. For women her age, work came first.

She turned away, already calming down.

Nicholas wasn't having it. He ran his hands around her waist, pouting, "What's wrong, big sis? Not in the mood?"

Scarlette stood up and walked to the bedroom.

Nicholas, still riding the high from just now, followed right behind her.

She picked up her pajamas, ready to head to the bathroom, but Nicholas stuck out an arm to stop her.

"Let's shower after."

much work to do. Can't you let me get a decent night's sleep? You never know when

in a little, Nicholas didn't push further. He shrugged off his already-ruined suit jacket. “Let's just shower

frowned but didn't

everything he wanted, but he still got plenty, and

laptop

pulled out his phone and scrolled

for over twenty years. There were endless pictures of

away at

and every time he found a new photo, he'd lean over and steal a kiss from

remember this one? My birthday. You didn't want to come home from

busy, but she glanced over when he spoke,

photo was from her high school days. Living at school had been her first taste of real freedom-at least there, she didn't have to

focus on what she wanted to study, without Nicholas always interrupting and dragging her into his

well, giving her the best

job was

the picture, his

school and was always busy-so

waited at home for hours, hoping she'd come back to blow

Miss Scarlette has a lot of homework. She called and said she won't be home tonight. Why not blow

of town for a competition this weekend. She'll spend time with you

until seven, even after the Greenards got home from work and the whole family gathered

where's Scarlette? Is she really that busy?

she's in high school now. It's tough, and she's doing great. Didn't she say