I feel a throbbing between my legs as I think about the way his lips felt on my breasts and his arms roaming my skin. We haven’t even had sex but I’ve never felt such intimacy with someone before.
The feeling of his cock on my hand is hard to forget—even if all I felt was him through the fabric of his jeans. I felt it every time I moved on his lap by the fire, wanting any and all forms of Henry.
“Good morning.” Henry appears in my doorway with a plate in his hand. I was thinking so much about last night and what we did that I hadn’t noticed he wasn’t next to me in bed anymore. “I have to head out for work but I made you some pancakes. I know you must be tired.”
He saunters into my room in yesterday's clothes and finger-combed hair. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so mesmerizing. All we did was fall asleep next to each other yet I want it to be a nightly routine from here on out.
“You were sent from heaven above, weren't you?” I reply, a yawn escaping my mouth.
Sitting next to me, he lets out a laugh, setting the plate of pancakes and a bottle of syrup on my nightstand.
“Whens your next day off? Someone needs to go camping and check another item off her list.” He winks at me.
“Hmm… tomorrow but I think I might do that on my own.” I scratch my head, a sarcastic grin creeping up my cheeks.
“Oh, is that so?” He leans over me causing me to lie back as his elbows cradle either side of my face.
“Mhm.” I feel my cheeks heat and I involuntarily squeeze my thighs together.
His mouth is now at my ear as he purrs, “I heard there’s a wild animal out there, you better watch out before,”lick, “he,”kiss, “gets you,”bite.
Giggling underneath him, he ravages me with kisses all over my neck, cheek, collar bone, everywhere.
“I’ll see you soon.” He presses his lips to my forehead. “Don’t miss me too much.”
“No kiss on the lips?” I pout.
“Impatient,” he says. “I was waiting until the last second or else I’d never leave.”
His hand finds the back of my neck and he brings my mouth to his. This one is deeper than it was last night, almost like he really doesn’t want to leave.
Like this could be the last time.
I feel his tongue tangle with mine and my legs inaudibly kick out of the sheets and wrap around his hips, my arms find their way around his neck, somehow deepening the kiss more.
I can feel him getting hard through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts and like a magnetic pull, I grind myself against him, reaching for any sort of friction that only he can give me right now.
He groans my name and pulls away, my body still locked around his, and we look at each other with lust filled eyes.
“You’re making it really hard to leave,” he says as I lick the column of his neck that made him moan last night. “God, I’m going to be dreaming about you until I see you again.”
He pulls back and plants one last kiss to my mouth like he’s already starved for me.
I watch him leave out my bedroom door and finally take in all that is this man. The way the muscles in his arms strain through his shirt, his jeans that fit him just right, that effortless look to him even though he only ran his hands through his hair and yet he still looks so good.
I flop back down when I know he’sreallygone and squeal into my pillow, completely giddy and kicking my feet.
I’m fucked.
With the day off, I take in the quiet morning. I eat my pancakes and think about everything that conspired last night.
I don’t want to be your friend, I want things with you that a friend shouldn’t want.
We kissed… well, we did more than kiss and I would’ve gone along with whatever else he’d want to do.
The feelings are scaring me, more so because he’s leaving but I keep reminding myself of what Wren said: I need to let myself live, I need to let myself give in. No more living too far into the future without thinking of the present.
I know I want Henry and I know he wants me too. He’s respecting my original choice to be just friends but I no longer want that, and I can tell he doesn’t either.
