I mentally count back and realize the last time I saw her was when she was around fifteen, about eight years ago. Then she was at law school on the east coast. No wonder I didn’t know who shewas.
She stirs and opens her eyes to meet with mine and we sit frozen for a few seconds. I raise my hand to her face, moving her hair away from her eyes and tucking it behind herears.
"Good morning," Iwhisper.
"Good morning," she replies. "What time isit?"
I pick up my phone. "It'ssix."
She sits up in a panic. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You slept all night like that? You must have been so uncomfortable. Why didn't you wakeme?"
I pull her back down. "I actually slept great and just woke up myself. You seemed to fit there prettywell."
She instantly blushes, and I fucking love it. She worries her lip between her teeth, and it's so cute how nervous sheis.
How did I never notice this side ofher?
"How did you sleep?" Iask.
"Good actually. Your place is much quieter thanmine."
"Ouch, that hurts. Here I thought you slept well because I was next to you." I couldn't help myself. I was dying to see the flush of embarrassment creep up her faceagain.
"Well, s-sure it was." She’sflustered.
I place a finger over her lips. "Sorry for teasing you. My placeisquieter. I had new windows installed a few yearsago."
She huffs out a tiny laugh. "They make a big difference. You own thisplace?"
"Yeah. Each unit is owned separately. I've lived here for about threeyears."
There's a brief silence, and she looks away, unsure of her next move. "So, um, didn’t you say you had to worktoday?"
"Yeah, not till nine though. Want to grab coffee or something?" The smile that spreads over her face warms myheart.
"Sure. Let me go getchanged."
"It's okay, stay here. You can turn on the TV, and I'll take a quick shower, then we can go." I help her off my lap and hand her the remote. "I'll be rightback."
I can tell she's still unsure of the morning’s events. Hell, I am too, but for now I'm rolling with it because it feels soright.
I go into my room and disrobe before stepping into my bathroom. It's not long before the air and water tease my cock, along with memories of her face, and it throbs, wanting attention. Knowing she is mere feet away makes the urge worse, and I quickly rub oneout.
When I exit, I walk out in only my dress pants, saying I need to get something from the laundry room. The way her face lights up at the sight of my bare chest makes me want to throw her down on thecouch.
I'm beginning to really like being with her, and not just sexually. It’s so much beyond just sex, and it’s surprising the hell out of me. For now at least, I need to refrain my temptations in my pants and focus on being with her outside of mybedroom.
I slip my shirt on in the laundry room but leave it unbuttoned as I join her in my living room to put on mysocks.
When I catch her looking at my bare chest again, I wink and she blushes but stands up quickly to grab her purse from thekitchen.
With her back to me, I walk up, placing my hands on her hips and leaning in to kiss herneck.
"Last night was fun. Did we ever pick awinner?"
She turns, surprised I’m so close, but doesn't pullaway.
"I think it was a tie. Maybe rock music isn't sobad."
