The Range Rover crunched into the driveway, headlights sweeping across the quiet street. Rachel leaned across the console, her lips brushing Tim’s ear. “Up for something naughty?” she whispered. Tim laughed under his breath. “Rach, you nutter, what the fuck now?” “The Andersons have a gorgeous pool.” She gestured with her head towards the other side of the gate, cloaked in darkness. Her lips grazed his chin as she whisper...

After the escapism of Tim and Becca’s passionate tryst, Tim finally buried his head into his work. Becca sat quietly, reading a novel she’d found on Tim’s shelf and did her best not to distract him. Except for the odd goofy grinning glance between the two, Tim finally got into his flow and finished his work. By the time he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock, it was nearly 4 p.m. The entire afternoon had slipped away...