You're not sure when you'll be home.

“I’ll be a few hours honey, just go to bed without me, don’t wait up.”

You hang up the phone and pick up Gemma’s crumpled dress, handing it to her as she gets up off the floor.

“That was a bit embarrassing…” she sniffs, wiping a tear from her eye. You grab her and pull her tightly against you, giving her a deep kiss to assure her that everything is okay. She slips her dress back on, and the two of you exit the restroom and head straight for the exit, avoiding the amused glares of the patrons remaining in the bar. You get into your car and drive towards the outskirts of town near the highway, where you find a motel you recalled looked fairly decent whenever you drove past. The complex is mostly empty - after all, your town rarely gets visitors except for those on business trips or passing through to the major city an hour away.

Gemma grabs a bottle of water from the vending machine outside the front office while you go inside and book a room, which the two of you immediately head towards. The room itself is quite nice and looks recently renovated. You close the door behind you as she kicks off her shoes and puts her belongings on the nightstand next to the bed. You spin her around to face you and slip her dress up over her head, tossing it onto an armchair on the other side of the room. She smiles as you push her back onto the bed, lying on her back as you completely strip yourself of your work clothes.