Bare feet made tiny slapping noises as they crossed the tile floor.

“Careful.” I cautioned without looking up from the computer screen. “This tile is really slippery.”

“Tile is only slippery when wet.” Arms laced themselves around my neck as a chin came to rest on the meat of my shoulder. “When are you coming down to the beach?”

I stopped typing and ran my fingertips along the contours of the arm. “I’m almost done, I swear.”

“You said that an hour ago.” Chris’ voice took on a distinctive whine.

“Well, then I’m that much closer.” I tried to keep my temper in check but sometimes it was difficult. If I didn’t write, then I didn’t get paid. If I didn’t get paid there weren’t any nice vacations in Hawai’i.

The arms around my neck constricted uncomfortably tight for a moment before releasing. I wasn’t sure if it was an over passionate hug or a passive aggessive choke. A small shove on my back as Chris moved away from me, let me know it was the latter.

“Better come down soon.” Chris warned from the doorway.