Neither of us were wearing seatbelts when we arrived, or even sitting on the seat. At least I was on the seat. Laying down, but still. Dillan hovered over me, kissing me. I held onto him with my arms around his neck. 

I never heard BoBo get out of the car, but he had to have, at some point. 

“This whole world disappearing thing is probably not something we should encourage.” I frowned at my wrinkled shirt. 

“Why not?” Dillan was enjoying my annoyance too much.

“Because it isn’t safe. Who knows what is going on when we are wrapped up like that?”

Dillan chuckled as he kissed my forehead and climbed out of the car. “Why do you think I asked BoBo to drive tonight? If we get distracted, he will watch our backs.”

“And every other part of us.” I mumbled disgruntledly.

Dillan pinched my butt then escorted me through the dark parking garage, and into an elevator. Where he cornered me.

“Anyone could walk in, ya know?”

“No, they can’t. When I pushed for my penthouse, it locked the elevator. No one can get on until I am off. It’s a tall building, shall we see if I can get you off before then?”

I bent down to open his pants, only to realize he had never closed them. Greedily, I dropped to my knees. “How about we get you off instead?”

I didn’t give him a chance to answer. The grip on my hair was answer enough though. I was pretty sure I would have beat the elevator, but he was trying to draw it out for some reason. The doors didn’t open until we finished, or rather, he did. All over my neck. 

We didn’t leave his apartment again until Sunday morning. 

I entered the nursing home nervously, feeling like I was sneaking back into the house after curfew. Dad laughed when he saw my face.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.” I answered a little too quickly.

“Ya huh. You look like you burned the lasagna again.”

I scowled at him and put my hands on my hips. “That was one time, Daddy!”

We both laughed as I walked over to where he sat on the couch. I hugged him tight. 

“You smell like men’s shampoo.” 

Oops. I pushed off the couch, creating distance as I went to find the Scrabble board. Dad had fallen in love with the game since he got to the home. 

“Yeah, I spent the night at a friend’s place last night and forgot to pack my own soap. He let me borrow his.” Demanded more like it. Dillan got a kick out of me smelling like him. 

“A friend, huh? A good friend?” I refused to look at him directly, but I could hear the teasing tone in his voice.

I huffed out a laugh. “Yes, Dad. A good friend.”

“And do we like this friend?” 

I dipped my head deeper and blushed. My Dad reached across the coffee table, where I was setting up the board, and patted my hand.