Jessica's POV
 

"I had a great time tonight, Jessi" Tiffany breathes heavily as she rests her head on my chest. Then, she lays kisses that trail from the corner of my lips, down to my collarbone and back up again.

"What's the time?" She asks, as she stands up to put her red dress back on. Made entirely out of silk, with a plunging neckline that perfectly accentuates her perky s. My favorite dress; the one she wore the first night we met.

"Half-past ten," is my reply, as my eyes travel along the length of her spine.

"Would you like me to zip you up?" I take the zipper in my right hand, and it begins to close the fabric, clinging to the fresh layer of sweat on her back.

"Crap," I mutter "The zipper's stuck."

"What?" She turns around, exasperated. "What did you do!?"   I just pulled it up, and it got caught in the fabric. "Don't worry, you can just slip out of it and I'll get you one of my shirts. I'll order some late dinner."   "I can't stay, Jessi," she replies.   "I thought you said you don't start work until noon tomorrow?" My eyebrows furrow in disappointment. We'd been together for about three months, I was beginning to care for her in a way I did nobody else.   "You're right. But I have prior arrangements," She crosses her arms. "And it's going to be a problem if this dress doesn't close."   "I can drive you home in the morning, Tiff. Let's try to fix it right now."   "I don't