Shit, it hits me as stingingly as the spray from the shower, the memory of Leo’s face when I told him I wasn’t sorry for lying to him. Knowing it was stupid and crazy I was willing to tell him the truth of the why, that I couldn’t walk away from him, but he didn’t want to listen. He wasn’t ready, he didn’t want to know why. A dozen times I’ve wanted to try again at work, only he refused to even look at me, he barely a said a word, all communication was through message or email. I’m actually longing for him to get angry with me, anything is better than this cold silence.

In bed, I’m tossing and turning until I piss Felix off enough to send him jumping off the bed. His meow has me turning over, it’s his hello meow. Leo is standing in the open doorway to my room. I blink, and he’s pulling the comforter off me. Thank god. It’s my last coherent thought because Leo grabs the neck of the black silk nightgown I’m wearing and tears it off me. I’m a freak. I’m so wet I can’t stand it. Leo’s hands are everywhere, his mouth brutal on me and I’m lost in the waves of pleasure it brings.

The night is long, I lose count of how many times Leo brings me to orgasm from his mouth, his hands, his cock. All I know is every time it’s over he holds me close until he’s ready to take me again and when I finally fall asleep it’s on his chest, in his arms with Leo asleep beneath me.

I’m woken by Leo sliding out of bed, his heat missed the minute he’s away from me. Blearily, I find my clock and startle at the time. Nine thirty, it was nine thirty in the morning? Leo had spent the night, he really stayed all night long? At the sound of the toilet flushing, I jump out of bed for some crazy reason terrified he’ll disappear. Before I get to the bathroom, Leo pokes his head out. “Come on lazy bones. We’re very late, if we take a shower together, we might make it in before noon.”

We don’t make it in before noon.

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Alexa

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I’m having a hard time believing today is real, that it isn’t a dream. Leo is smiling. He’s happy. He’s teasing, and he’s touching me often. Then at the end of the day, Leo doesn’t message me. He comes to my desk to tell me that he’ll be over to my place after he goes home to get clothes for tomorrow. Was there something I wanted for dinner he could bring over?

“Really? You’re going to sleep over again?”