“I miss him, too.”
We lay there snuggled against each other, not saying a word, until finally sleep took us both.
Sunlightcreptinthrougha gap in the curtains, showing dust particles floating in the air. I sat up in Lila’s bed, the smell of her now embedded into my skin. My cock ached and throbbed as I remembered hearing the fear in her voice last night.
I got up and made my way into her bathroom, looking around to see a laundry basket off to the side. I searched through it, finding a pair of her panties halfway down and picked them up. I held them to my nose, inhaling the scent of her, a moan slipping free from my lips. My cock strained against my jeans, the ache so deep I felt like I was going to burst. I pulled them away and shoved them into my back pocket, keeping them hidden.
I walked over to her shower, picked up the shampoo and body wash, and set them on the sink. I unzipped my pants and my cock sprang free, making me groan softly as the air brushed against the sensitive skin. Opening her medicine cabinet, I picked up an empty glass—the one she used when she brushed her teeth—and set it down just beneath the tip of my cock.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and started stroking it gently. As I closed my eyes, I pictured that look in her eyes from the night at the club, and the way her voice sounded last night. I imagined what it would feel like to have her lips wrapped around my cock as I fucked her mouth.
My pace quickened as I gripped my cock tighter and I pulled her panties from my back pocket. I pressed them into my nose and took a deep breath, my head swimming with the smell of her. The strokes became faster as my balls tightened, my orgasm rapidly approaching.
Suddenly, I let out a loud groan, my grip tightening around the tip of my cock as I climaxed. I shuddered from the sensation, a rush of euphoria washing over me. My head tilted back, and my breathing was ragged as I pumped every ounce of myself into her cup. I stood there trying to catch my breath, my body still tingling with the aftereffects.
When I finally caught my breath, I reached forward, pouring half of the cup's contents into the shampoo bottle and repeating the process with the body wash, before putting the lids back on. I grabbed both bottles and shook them vigorously, then placed them back in the shower where I found them. I rinsed out the cup and smiled, thinking about her using them.
My phone dinged in my back pocket, an alert from the flower shop appearing on the screen.
The flowers had been delivered.
I laughed darkly before turning to leave the bathroom, grabbing my stuff from her bedroom, and exiting the apartment.
Thenextmorning,Iwent to work regretting my decision to drink so much last night. I rarely drank, too afraid I’d end up like my mother, but last night I definitely needed it.
Hours dragged by as I sat at my desk, staring at the words I’d attempted to write on the computer screen. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as my eyes were fixed on the small paragraph I’d already written.
A knock at the door pulled me back to reality, and I pushed back from my desk.
“Come in,” I said, clearing my throat.
Alyssa, the receptionist, stepped into my office with a large bouquet of flowers in her hands. She smiled warmly at me before placing them on my desk, running her fingers over the petals.
The bouquet contained all my favorite flowers—lilies, sunflowers, and roses. I looked up at her in confusion before glancing back down at the bouquet.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Someone just delivered them for you,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “I think you have a secret admirer.”
My palms began to sweat, and the pounding of my heart filled my ears, as I reached down and read the card attached.
Seeyou soon, Lila
Xoxo
I dropped the card and stared at the bouquet, my breath coming in uneven bursts. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I got up from the chair, swaying on unsteady legs. Without saying a word, I grabbed my purse and phone from my desk and hurried out the door. Behind me, Alyssa called my name, but I barely heard her as I ran into the cold October morning.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I dialed Detective Pearson’s number, the tears I’d been holding back threatening to break free. She answered on the second ring, and as soon as I heard her voice, a broken sob tore through me. She waited patiently as I continued to sob into the phone, the sound of her breathing filling my ear.
Several minutes passed before I was able to speak, my breathing finally returning to normal.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened, Lila?” she asked with concern.
I took a few deep breaths, letting the fresh air fill my lungs as I stopped at a crosswalk. My eyes darted up and down the street, searching for someone, anyone, who could possibly be him.
“I got flowers at work today,” I whispered, feeling the cold air brush against my cheeks. “From him.”
The sound of her typing filled the phone, then the rustling of papers.
