When I get to my apartment, I’m confused when I don’t find Lily there.
She slept over when we got back, and I expected to find her here.
I don’t see any messages from her, so I decide to just head down and see if she’s in her own apartment.
I should probably terminate the lease so she’ll have to stay with me for these last twelve days.
Yes, I’m counting.
I take the elevator down to her floor and don’t bother knocking. As usual, her door is unlocked, and I walk right in.
Lily is seated on a barstool, working on her assignment.
When she spots me, she looks up, but quickly goes back to the notes in front of her.
“Hey, babe. Are you busy? Why are you down here?” I ask her, confused about why she’d work down here instead of my flat.
She writes down something, her eyes still cast downward, and I feel my frustrations growing.
Why won’t she look at me?
Have I done something wrong?
“I just thought you’d appreciate some space. I’ve been at your apartment, your jet, and the hotel room in Vegas.”
I sense the vulnerability in her voice, wondering why she’d get that impression.
“Do you want space from me?” I ask, moving closer to her.
She finally looks up and lets out a breath.
“No, I don’t, and that’s scaring me,” she says, her voice barely a whisper at the end.
I stand in front of her before I lean down and press my lips against hers.
Pouring all my longing, wants, and love for this woman into it.
“I don’t want any space either, Lily. I was disappointed when I didn’t find you in the apartment when I got back, so please, just come home with me?” I plead with her.
This may be a simple request to take the elevator back up together for the evening, but to me, it means so much more—even if I’m not able to tell her that just yet.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” she says, pressing her lips against mine again.
I bring my arms around her, dragging her up against my body.
I set her down on the counter before I start kissing down her neck and chest, hungry to have her as close as possible.
“Eager, Bennet?” she teases, her own hands exploring my body as I sink down in front of her.
“Fucking starved, babe,” I tell her, pulling her pants down her legs.
I lick the inside of her leg, and Lily grabs a hold of my hair as she leans her head back, a moan escaping her.
“Be a good girl and spread those legs.”
She obeys, and I take a moment to drink her in.
She’s only wearing a tight top and a deep green thong, but it’s her face that really draws me in.
