Daniel's POV
Jessica picked up her plate and dashed in to the kitchen.
"Really fingering under the table? Derek so cliché." I said laughing.
"Well she wasn't complaining" He said with a smirk.
"Really, that's why she ran out of the room as soon as you was finished right?" I replied sarcastically.
"You know your right maybe I should go and check on her in the kitchen and see if she needs help, or wants to have a bit more fun" He said wiggling his eyebrows while getting up and practically running in the kitchen. Laughing at his departing figure, he walked with a little spring in his step as he went towards our mate.
Not even within 20 seconds of Dante entering the kitchen had Jessica emerge, running up the stairs so fast she could have left Usain Bolt in the dust. Dante and I looked at
