“Morning,” I say and kiss his neck, his arms wrapping around me. “That was one hell of a wake-up call.”

“Hmm,” he mumbles. I move my leg, and he slips out of me, his cock still semi-hard. I get out of bed, the sash around the robe falling open. I walk to the bathroom and clean myself, then bring a wet cloth with me to the bed. His cock now without the condom, and I look over at the side table, seeing he discarded it. He holds out his hand for the cloth, and I hand it to him.

“I’ll go make coffee,” I tell him, and he cleans himself, nodding. I walk to the kitchen and see the sun slowly coming up. I start his coffee and put it aside while I do mine, and I’m about to bring it to him when he comes in wearing loose gym shorts and all you see is his cock bouncing while he walks. “I was bringing it back to you.” He doesn’t say anything; he just comes in and kisses my neck, and I move my head to the side to give him better access.

“Thank you,” he says, picking up his espresso cup and taking a sip. Grabbing my hand, he walks to the living room and sits on the same couch we did yesterday. This time, he puts his arm around me. “Watch the sun rise with me,” he says, kissing my temple, and I don’t say anything. I just sit here watching the sun rise with him.

“Thank you,” he says when he pulls up in front of my apartment an hour after we watched the sun rise. “Yesterday was the best Sunday I’ve had in a long time.”

“Thank you for the multiple orgasms and the Chinese food.” I laugh and lean over, pecking his lips. “Have fun at practice.”

“Have fun I don’t even know what you’re going to do,” he says, and I grab the door handle of the truck.

“I have a couple of things to do today.” I don’t mention that I have an article due or that I also have to publish my blog post. “Be safe,” I tell him and get out of the car, the doorman holding open the glass door for me to walk into. I look over my shoulder and wave at him as I walk inside, avoiding the eyes that look at me. They usually see the walk of shame at around four in the morning, never at nine.