"Rule 45 Ms. Rose. You do things you hate for the people who deserve it the most. You do it because you support them and that support is one of the key foundations of love Ms. Rose," she said as her lips lingered against my lips.

"I think that's my favorite rule," I mumbled against her lips.

"Imma have to start writing them down,"  I said as I bit my bottom lip.

I watched as she smirked.

"I'll give you the journal," she said and chuckled.

"You would have a journal," I said and laughed.

"I add to them as I go," she said and pecked my lips.

"How many do you have?" I asked her.

"I'm up to 80," she said and kissed me.

I melted into the kiss. Everything around us had vanished. It was just us. In a world that existed in the clouds. Just soaring. Nobody could reach us. I slowly pulled back.

"You know we could leave now," she said.

"We definitely could," I said and smirked.

"Don't you want to ?" She asked me and raised her eyebrow.

I bit my lip. The temptation was there and I was going to grab it.

"And I will cook," she said and licked her lips.

I smirked and nodded my head. She got me.

"But there's one condition," she said.

I groaned.

"You have to provide a snack or dessert," she said and smirked.

"What about both papi," I said and smirked.

She looked at me and bit her bottom lip.

"Let's go. I'll send a Uber or something for your sisters," she said and stood up.

I watched as she fixed her clothes and readjusted herself.

"Hurry up Ms. Rose," she said as she kissed my forehead and began to walk out the door.