“What?” He starts laughing. It’s true.”
“Yeah, but that sounds so?—”
“So, what?” His eyes light up as he takes a seat next to me. “It sounds so sexy. It sounds like you want me to do it again right now.”
“Luke, I’m mad at you.”
“Why?”
He looks genuinely confused, and I just shake my head.
“Because you went to work this morning. You didn’t wait for me to wake up, and I just feel you should have known that I would want to wake up with you in bed. We’d just had sex for the first time, and that’s an enormous deal. It would be a big deal for any two people, let alone two people who were as close as us.”
He sits there, not saying anything. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mia. Did you not see my note? I left you a note on the table.”
“Yeah, you left me a note on the table. That’s so cold. That’s what one-night stands do. That’s what men whose names you don’t even know do after they sleep with you—not someone that should care about you and want to make sure you feel okay after you had sex with them.”
His jaw drops. “I fucked up again, huh?” He lets out a deep sigh, and I watch as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I literally had to do some work, and I didn’t want to wake you up, so I left the bedroom because I was on a number of phone calls, and this is a huge deal for me. You know this, Mia. I cannot have this project fall through. And I thought I was being respectful of your feelings by leaving, and so I came back with flowers.”
“Flowers don’t make up for the fact that you weren’t here when I woke up this morning. And, yeah, I get that you have a job, and it’s a big deal, but I just want to be chosen.” My voice cracks slightly.
I don’t know if I’m being unreasonable. A part of me feels like I’m being really unreasonable, but another part of me feels like I deserve that. Another part of me feels like he should have known that I would need that.
“Maybe this was a mistake,” I blurt. “Maybe we shouldn’t have slept together. Maybe we should forget this ever happened and just move on with our lives.”
“How can we do that, Mia? I was inside of you last night.” He stares at my lips. “Those lips were on my cock. My tongue was on your clit. You came on my face. I can still taste you on my lips.” His fingers brush against his lips. “That sweetness, that absolutely amazing scent of?—”
“Luke,” I say, blushing deeply, “I do not want to talk about that right now.”
“Why not? It happened, and we both enjoyed it. Or are you telling me you didn’t?”
I stare at him for a couple of seconds. “You just don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what, Mia?”
I rip the sheet off and stand up in front of him, naked. I see his eyes on my breasts, on my pussy, and I see them glazing over, deep with desire. I push him back onto the bed and lean down and kiss him. He reaches up and touches me softly. There is a questioning look in his eyes, but I don’t care.
I run my fingers down his chest and to his jeans. I undo his belt buckle and pull it off. I unzip him and pull his pants down and pull his briefs off so that his cock is there, springing free. I get on top of his lap and rub myself back and forth on him, his thick length sliding and gliding against my wet slit.
He groans as he looks up at me. He still looks surprised and shocked. I grab hold of him and position him between my legs, and I slide down, taking all of him inside of me.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” he calls out. “Mia.”
I ride his cock slowly at first, and he reaches up and plays with my breasts. I move back and forth gently, and then I bounce up and down. He grabs my hips and moves me faster and faster. I lean down and brush my nipples against his lips, and he sucks on them as I continue to ride him.
Then I feel my orgasm coming, and I scream in pleasure as I orgasm on top of him. He groans a few times, and then he bounces me up and down faster and faster until he is exploding inside of me. I collapse down on him and then kiss his lips. I grab his face and kiss him slowly. I want to remember this moment. I gaze into his eyes, and then I roll off him and head to the shower.
“Wait, what are you doing?” he says as he sits up. “What was that about? You were just angry at me, and then you just fucked me. Mia, you’re confusing me.”
I look back at him and just shake my head. “This is how you made me feel,” I say. “I got mine, and now I’m going to go in the shower, and then I’m going to grab breakfast and go hang out with Juniper and do some work.”
“What? Mia, we need to talk. Obviously, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t want you to feel used in any way. I like you a lot.” He stumbles over his words. “This—it means something to me.”
“Does it, Luke, or was it just sex? At the end of the day, you chose your need to take a phone call over your need to be there for me this morning, knowing that we had done something shocking in our friendship, in our relationship, and we’d crossed so many lines and boundaries. I would’ve thought you would be there for me this morning.”
“I’m here for you now, Mia.”
He jumps up off the bed and heads toward me. He grabs my hand and pulls me into him, but I push away from him. Our naked bodies are within inches of each other, and I feel like every nerve cell of mine is being activated by every nerve cell of his. We stare at each other. I’m glaring, and he’s looking confused and annoyed and frustrated.
