Dinner. And then more.

"I had a great time John," Kimberly whispers to you after your dinner with her is finished, and though you would like to have more, you're not really expecting it.

"Don't take this the wrong way Kimberly," you tell her, hoping that the night won't end on a sour note if you bring this up with her right now, "but, in a perfect world, one where you weren't engaged to be married of course, I'd probably-"

"You'd probably take me back to your hotel room and fuck my brains out, right John?" she laughs, cutting you off and finishing your statement for you before continuing, "well...how about we go do that anyway, baby?"

You're convinced this couldn't be going any better if you wanted it to, so you hurry to pay the bill and then rush out the door with her.

"You know, we probably would've slept together after that concert if it wasn't for my meddling brothers," Kimberly tells you, leaning over the seat as you drive back to the hotel, "so I'm going to make it up to you tonight."

"Not to dwell on the obvious, Kimberly, but aren't you worried about them interfering tonight, too?" you ask her as you arrive at the hotel, landing at the door of her room a few minutes later.

"Phone's off," she tells you, showing you that her cell phone had indeed been given the night off, "they always text or call before they come to my room when we're on the road. If it's off, they'll figure out I don't want to be bothered."