A Friendly Favor?

Andrew collapsed on the nearest chair and pulled Rachael in his lap. 

"That was—" 

"I know." He pressed his lips on her forehead. Both of them stayed in each other's arms until they finally calmed down. 

"I wasn't too rough, right?" When Rachael smiled, he sighed, "Why do you always smile when I ask you this question?" 

"Why do you always have to ask?" she chuckled. "You can never hurt me Andrew, at least in the bedroom." 

"Well, technically this is the study room so—" When she buried her face on his neck, he hugged her tightly. "I can't wait to go home with you." 

"You don't like it here?" He shook his head. "Just a few more days, we will be home soon." Even she couldn't wait to go home. She missed their house, their room and their bed. 

Keeping quiet for a while, Andrew said, "Riftan Genovesse returned your coat today."