Lauren sat at the end of Tom's bed. "I'm waiting for a pillow fight." Tom leaned up from where he'd been laying, "I might have decided against that." "What the hell? You mean I cancelled with Carlos for nothig?" Tom chuckled, "Hell, I think I did you a favor. You wanted to hang out with my sexy ass and you know it." "Someone's arrogant." "No, someone's honest." Lauren hit him, "You're a dick." Tom put his hands on her waist and pulled her in less than an inch from his lips. "Forgive me?" he asked. "No," she said in a ways that conveyed she really meant yes. He smiled and leaned in and kissed her, "Now?" "Mhm," she said, tasting him on her lips, "not quite." He laughed and whispered in her ear, "I think I'm going to have to work pretty damn hard to get you to forgive me." "Very hard," she corrected. "I might can do that," he said. Lauren smiled as he pushed his hands up her shirt and tossed it aside. He kissed down her chest and smiled. He kissed her and she pulled off his shirt. He let her kiss down his chest until she reached the seam of his boxers above his jeans. She let her thumb go under the seam and then she brought herself up to him again and kissed him. He pulled off her jeans and smiled at the thong beneath them. She sat on top of him, with his hand resting on her bare ass. She pulled off his jeans and then he rolled on top of her. "Forgive me, now?" he asked. She smiled, "Not just yet." Then she pulled off his boxers. He smiled and said, "I've been working hard to get you to forgive me. I think you should do some work, too." He pushed her down to his waist. He lay back and relaxed while she did the work.