Bill of Human Wrongs

Mac sat in his chair outside their hotel room. It was nearly dawn when Detective Simmons brought Claire back from the hospital. He knew he wasn’t needed there, but proudly sat guard. These women may need both of us, who knows?

Rachel was asleep, Ron and Christine were staying in the adjoining room. Claire sat on the couch next to Kurt, holding her arm out so he could sign her cast.

“It’s not a cast, Claire. It’s a sling.”

She laughed, “Detective, then I want you to sign my sling.” Her eyes twinkled. Her good arm was extended, offering him a pen.

He took the bait and wrote something down. “There. Now I have a million questions for you, Senator.”

“Wait, I can’t see what you did. Kurt, do it again so I can see what you wrote.” His writing was hidden, tucked away at the back of the cloth.

“No, you’ll figure it out soon enough.”

Her mouth curled into a flirty shape, “You like me, don’t you Kurt?” She ruffled his hair with her free hand. “You like me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, I’ve always liked you.”

“No, I mean you liikkkeee me.”

“Oh, shut up, Senator.” He put his hand on the back of her neck and drew her to him. Their lips touched. Her warm, soft lips were so inviting. He whispered, “Oh, Claire.”

She responded, their tongues slowly played with each other. Her body felt the heat erupting inside.

His passion got the better of him, he’d almost lost this wonderful woman. He couldn’t stop from telling her how he felt by showing her.

“Oh, my. Oh, God. I am so sorry.” Rachel stood in the doorway of her room, knowing that her timing had been very, very bad.

Claire and Kurt jumped, giving some distance between their bodies. “Rachel, what are you doing?”

“Look, I’m sorry you guys. But I’ve just got to ask, what took you so long?”