She groans my name a little louder.
I find the spot where she needs me and I rub her harder.
Her eyelids press together.
Her teeth sink into her lip.
A few more brushes of my hand and she’s there.
I rub her through her orgasm, reveling in the way she groans my name as she comes.
Reveling in the way her breath hitches and her nails sink into my skin.
When she’s spent, she collapses.
I wrap my arms around her, carry her to the bed, lay her down.
She looks up at me with a dreamy smile. Pats the spot next to her.
This time I climb in next to her.
I lose myself in her arms.
Chapter 37
Leighton
Our night is easy. After dinner and work and a perfect 90s romantic comedy, we crawl into my bed. Fall asleep pressed a tangled mess of limbs and breath.
I wake before him. Dress in my workout gear. Put on sunscreen.
Even with my sunglasses, it’s bright outside. I walk the path to the sidewalk.
When my foot hits the pavement, I pick up my pace. I run the two miles to the beach, take in the sight of the deep blue ocean rolling into the soft sand, turn, run back.
Heat rises. Sweat drips from my pores. My hair sticks to my cheeks and forehead.
Clarity eludes me.
I’m buzzing with endorphins when I get back to my apartment.
It’s enough to convince me this is okay.
He freaked out about his ex while I was naked on his bed. I can deal with that.
He didn’t even freak out. He asked to change locations. It’s a completely reasonable request. Even if it’s been a year. Even if there’s no way to convince myself it means he isn’t over her.
All right.
It’s not okay.
But I’ll get to it being okay. Somehow.
I unlock the door. Step inside. The ocean breeze blows between the windows. But that does nothing to cool me down.
Ryan is sitting at my dining table in his glasses.
Only his glasses.