Nah, it's the least you can do!

‘No problem,’ you say, slightly too warmly. Honestly, it’s not like you hadn’t expected this… you’d just hoped you might have a tiny bit longer with her. ‘I’ll get you over there in time, don’t worry. No one ever has to know.’

Emma looks at you so fondly that for a moment your heart skips a beat. ‘No one ever has to know?’ she echoes, sliding closer.

‘Well…’ For some reason, you’re having trouble looking at her. ‘I mean – I get it, if you’re embarrassed, or if you don’t want to tell people – I mean, it’s not like anyone would believe me anyway –’

‘They’ll have to believe you when they see us out in public,’ Emma counters. And when you look up, she’s shaking her head at you, but she’s smiling.

‘Honestly! I’m not dumping you, silly – I just don’t want the world to see me with… well, with cum on my face. And I really can’t blow off another press junket, or Sarah will kill me and scatter my remains across an area wide enough to cover three separate states. But… I can see you later tonight, right?’

You can feel your smile growing stupidly wide, but you don’t care. ‘Yeah. I think I can clear my schedule.’

Emma giggles softly. ‘Perfect. All right, then, chauffeur – would you mind stepping on it? Oh, and…’ She blushes. ‘You wouldn’t happen to have any wet wipes, would you?’