We come together, clutching and gasping and biting when each wave of pleasure is a fraction too intense. Then I collapse down on top of her and she weakly pats my shoulder.
“Wow,” Calliope whispers when she regains her voice. “That was… wow. Wow.”
“Wow, indeed.” I lift my head, a new weight that’s almost too heavy for my neck, and lazily kiss her. “Wow.”
It doesn’t end there. Room service of scallops and garlic butter leads to me licking droplets of the butter from Calliope’s body, and before I know it, I’m back inside her again, fucking her like my life depends on it. That post-orgasm glow rolls into Calliope climbing on top of me and riding me with wild abandon before collapsing on my chest like she’s made of jelly.
Sleep isn’t on the cards but it creeps up in a blink, and before I know it, I’m waking up to a stream of sunlight beaming through the curtains and Calliope sleeping soundly against my chest.
Shit.
I don’t remember falling asleep.
“Calliope?” Kissing her cheek softly, I lightly nudge her chin with my fingers. “Sweetheart?”
Her eyes open slowly and she lifts her head, visibly groggy. “What?”
“We fell asleep.”
“What?” she repeats, her sleep-addled mind struggling to catch up. “What?”
“Sleep, Calliope,” I say gently, smiling. “We fell asleep.”
“Oh…” She closes her eyes again and lays back down on my chest. “S’good.”
I close my eyes and settle back down into the pillow. If she’s not stressed, then neither am I.
“Oh, no!” Calliope suddenly bolts upright and throws herself out of bed. “Oh no, oh no!”
Worry immediately coils in my gut. “What’s wrong?”
“I fell asleep!” She scrambles about on the floor searching for her clothes. “Oh, God, where’s my bra?”
“I know. Is that so terrible?”
“Yes!” She surges upward so quickly that I have to throw myself back from the edge of the bed so our heads don’t collide. “I left Nick with Stacey but I said I wouldn’t be long. Not long! Instead it was all night!”
“Oh, shit. Will she be mad?”
“I don’t know!” Calliope’s hopping around as she gets dressed, covering that gorgeous body up with clothes. “Shit!”
“Hey, it’s okay. Let me order some coffee and I’ll drive you.”
“There’s no time!” Half-dressed, she rushes into the living room and I follow, handing her a discarded boot. “Shit.”
“I can drive you.”
“No, you don’t understand!” She snatches up her purse from the couch and has her phone in her hand as she runs for the door. “Today is Nick’s birthday! I have to go, I have to go!”
“Calliope, let me get dressed and I’ll come with you. It’s okay!”
“No!” She reaches the door and wrenches it open, and she glances back at me with her messy hair wild around her shoulders and her eyes wide. “I’m sorry. This was great. I have to go!”
The door slams behind her and an odd silence floods my ears.
Why didn’t she want me to come?
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