The structure of this chapter is inspired by the Scrubs episode "My Bed Banter and Beyond" from season 1. Thank you all so much for continuing to stick with this craziness and for being patient with me during the week delay! Hopefully this chapter doesn't feel like it drags too much.

Part 10: 28 Hours

3:12pm Wednesday

"So…what do we do now?" Jon asked me as he pulled away from his gentle kiss.

"Well, I need to get back to work, so you can hang around here until your flight back. When do you have to be at the airport?" I asked.

"Tomorrow at 7pm." He flashed me that charismatic grin.

"Really? That's awesome! But what would you have done if I hadn't agreed to try out this open relationship thing? Trolled the bars for a hot piece of ass?"

"Probably, but I didn't even think about that, honestly. I just, uh, had a feeling you'd say yes." That smile never left his face.

"You did, huh? You're pretty sure of yourself, Mr. Ambrose."

"Yeah, maybe. But come on, what chick wouldn't want all of this for herself?" He rubbed his hand on his chest and raised an eyebrow.

"You're terrible!" I smacked him on the forehead and returned his smile. "I guess I'm not really that hard to read." I sat on the edge of the bed and began to put my sneakers back on so that I could head back downstairs to finish my shift. "I mean, I'll definitely enjoy being able to see your dick more. I like him." I sat back up before I tied the laces and look at him over my shoulder. "The rest of you, though…ehh." I wobbled my hand to convey indifference. I turned back to finish dealing with my shoes when I felt him hook his arms underneath mine and he threw me back onto the bed. "Jon, I seriously have to get back to work!" I said laughing.

He rolled me over so that I was on my back and he sat straddled across my waist. The look on his face was not the playful one I had expected. His eyes looked angry and he had his arms crossed tightly together. I had to admit, it looked awfully sexy, but I was afraid of what he was thinking. Had he really taken me that seriously?

"You like my dick, huh? And the rest of me can just fuck off then?"

"I never said that!" He took his large hand and violently shoved my face to the side. I just stared at him, mouth agape, not sure what had come over him.

He quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock and just had it sit there in front of me while he returned to having his arms crossed. My eyes flicked back and forth between his crotch and his face, trying to get a read on the situation.

"You like it so much, there you go," he said sharply.

"I…what do you want me to do with it?" He just continued to stare me down with those furious eyes. "Look Jon, this is fun and all, but I really need to get back to work."

That's when he grabbed a fistful of my hair. He shifted himself forward so that he was now crouching over my chest and neck. He manipulated my head so that it was angled upward and he pressed the head of his cock to my lips. "Open," he said sternly. I followed his simple order more out of confusion than fear or arousal. He shoved his cock into my mouth. "Suck." I tightened my lips around him and did as he told. I wasn't able to do much because he quickly began to thrust in and out. It was such an uncomfortable position and it made it difficult to breathe, but a little twisted part of my brain was screaming for him to keep going. It wanted more.

I gripped my hands onto his jean-clad ass, enjoying the feel of it for a brief moment before he smacked them away with his free hand. "No." He had taken full control of me during sex before, but he had never felt so militant in the past. Maybe it was because I hadn't been able to take a good full breath in a few minutes, but these single word orders were kinda getting me off. I moaned around him and he pulled himself out and let go of my head.

"More," I firmly begged, looking up into his eyes.

"Well this isn't fun anymore because you like it too much," he said, trying to stay serious, but failing as he broke into a smile.

"You are the biggest fucking asshole ever."

"You're gonna have to get used to me screwing with you if we're a thing now. You're now my fucktoy in more ways than one." He smiled arrogantly at me and ran his tongue along his bottom lip.

"That's nice, now get back in here." I grabbed his ass again and pulled it forward gently to encourage him. He grabbed my hair again and paused.

"I'll give you more only if you say the magic words."

"Please, Jon?"

"Come on, you think I'd make it that easy? Tch, amateur."

"You're ridiculous." I sighed and thought for a moment. "Okay how about this? Please fuck my mouth again with your big sexy cock, oh Jon the Sex God."

His smile became even bigger. "Jon the Sex God, eh? I like that." He pushed his dick between my lips again and began to finish what he had started.

He didn't last much longer once he started again. After about a minute or two, he let out a string of curses, and I think my name might have been in there somewhere, too, as he shot down my throat.

I sat up and went back to putting my sneakers on again like nothing had ever happened. He pulled off his jeans so that he was just in his boxers and t-shirt and he collapsed in the bed in a heap. I smiled at his still body as I got ready to head back downstairs. I went to the bathroom to rearrange my hair and brush my teeth. I don't think David really wanted to smell Jon's cum on my breath. When I went back out to the bedroom, Jon was completely passed out. Poor baby, he probably hadn't slept since the day before. Maybe I'll bring him up a beer when my shift is over to wake him up.

Looking at his sleeping form as I left, I thought about how lucky a woman I was.

3:49pm

"I honestly didn't expect you back tonight."

David flashed me a smile and threw a cleaning towel at me as I walked in the door. I caught it and then tried to look cool by swinging it behind me and tossing it above my head, intending to catch it again, but I missed and it ended up landing on my head. I took a bow as Dave did a sarcastic slow clap.

"Would it be weird if I said I missed you during this last 90 minutes?" he asked.

"Nah, I know I'm your source of entertainment around here. Has it been busy?"

"Wednesday, post lunch? What do you think?"

"So you were fine on your own? I'm glad. I would've felt really guilty if you suddenly got slammed as soon as I had left."

"Is it just me or are you purposely delaying telling me what happened up there?" Dave stared me down as I immediately decided that the windows needed some wiping. "Ellll. Get back over here and tell me, young lady!" I looked over my shoulder and he beckoned to me with his finger.

"Fine," I said as I walked back over to him. "So we got these delicious subs from the deli across the street and-"

"El! I don't care about your sandwich!" Dave tried to act angry, but his lip was quivering in an attempt to not laugh. "I convinced that weirdo to fly in to hash things out with you since you'd been so sullen since last week, so please tell me that you at least came to some conclusion."

"He suggested that we try an open relationship."

"Really? How did you respond?"

"I said yes. I mean, I've already dealt with the knowledge that he's sticking it to other chicks, that I'm a notch on his proverbial bedpost. I guess I figured it was worth a shot, you know? I don't want to stop seeing him and this means I get to see him more often, which is nice."

"So is he, like, your boyfriend now, or something?"

"Yeah, I guess so. This is kind of a big step for me, as silly as it may sound."

"It's not silly. I totally get it. I hope things work out." He paused to cash out a customer. "So what's in it for you? I mean, he gets to continue to bang other girls while he's away and you have to sit at home and be okay with it, or can you hook up with other dudes?"

"The latter. He actually encouraged me to do it, saying it got him off to think of me with another guy. I'm not so sure how I feel about that. I'm kinda flattered that he's thought of me while he's on the road, but I'm also terrified because how would I proposition a guy about that?" I asked.

"Hey, nice shoes. Want to fuck?"

"What?" David laughed at my startled reaction.

"El, trust me. You'll be able to find some guys who would love to spend the night with you with no strings attached. If it's something you want to do, you'll be able to do it."

"I'm not entirely sure if I want to, but I'm willing to give it a shot. For him." We stood there together for a moment in silence.

"You really like this guy, don't you?"

"Yeah. I think I really do."

8:13pm

I snuck back into the apartment, beer in tow. The room was dark, but there was a little bit of light coming in from outside that outlined Jon's sleeping form. I smiled thinking about how angelic he looked when he was sleeping. It was such a bold difference from the naughty little devil I knew. I shook my head and laughed quietly as I put the beer in the fridge and slipped into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and let the water heat up before I stepped in. I let out an orgasmic sounding moan when the water made contact with my skin. A hot shower after work may be the greatest thing ever, maybe even better than sex. Right now, that was definitely how I felt. My muscles began to relax in the heat and I let out a sign. What a strange day. If someone had told me this morning that I would be in a relationship of some kind by the end of the night, I would've laughed right in his or her face. Life works in mysterious ways.

As I began to lather up my bath puff, I heard the door slowly creak open.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" I called out to no response. "You just looked so cute there asleep. I didn't want to disturb you." My words continued to be met with silence. "Jon?" I asked.

The shower curtain slowly moved aside and he stepped in with me, still wearing his t-shirt, but missing his boxers. We both stared down at his raging hard-on and then our eyes traveled up until they met each other. I opened up my mouth to speak, but he thrust out his hand and covered my mouth before I could utter a sound. He put a finger to his mouth, silently instructing me to stay quiet. His eyes were dark and serious.

He took the bath puff from out of my hands and motioned for me to turn around. I did so and placed my hands up on the shower wall. He rubbed the puff along my back, teasing me when it dipped down my lower back and slightly onto my ass. His arms then wrapped around me and his chest pressed into my back as he lathered up my front. One hand covered my breasts in suds while the other rubbed them in. My skin was slippery with the soap and his fingers would slide over my hardening nipples, whether he intended them to or not. I softly moaned at his surprisingly gentle touch.

I turned around and took in the sight of him. He was now completely soaked from the shower. His hair was glued to his forehead and his t-shirt was drenched and clinging to his body. He looked so damn good. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss him roughly. I could feel him smile through the kiss, clearly enjoying my reaction. I pulled away and turned around to face the wall again. Planting my forearms against the wall, I arched my back and thrust my hips out, and then glared at him over my shoulder. His eyebrow rose ever-so-slightly, acknowledging my request.

8:40pm

I lay on the bed, dried off, but still naked and feeling worn out. Jon came out of the bathroom, boxers back on and now sporting a dry t-shirt. He had a towel draped over his head and it made me smile. He looked like a fighter getting ready for a big match.

"So what was that all about?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he nonchalantly responded.

I gestured to the bathroom. "That!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." His face was covered in shadow by the towel, but I could still see that cheeky smiling peeking through.

"I mean what was getting into the shower with me half-clothed and not saying anything?"

"Was it bad?"

"Fuck no, but it was kinda weird. I've never had a guy do something like that. Scott never joined me in the shower." My brow furrowed and I pursed my lips, rolling over onto my stomach and burying my face into a pillow. It's not like it is a required thing in a relationship, but I was starting to realize that Scott had never been one to do playful things like Jon. Were there obvious signs early on and I had been blind to them? I felt Jon sit on the bed and place a hand on my back. Such a small gesture felt extremely soothing.

He sighed briefly. "Do you want to talk about Scott now? For real?"

"No." My response came out short and grumpy.

"You do know that you're going to have to eventually tell me about whatever went down. "

"Nope. I can take this to my grave, buddy."

"I suck at relationships and even I know that whatever is going on in your head is probably going to fuck up whatever we have if you keep it to yourself. I've seen it happen to better people."

I grunted in frustration. "I know, I know." I turned my head to the side and looked into his eyes. "Just…let me tell you on my own terms, okay? I promise I'll tell you when I'm ready. I'm just still waiting for my balls to drop."

He chuckled slightly and gave me a small smile. "No problem."

"Thanks, Tiger."

He smacked my ass hard causing me to frantically climb up onto my knees. "What the fuck?!"

"That was for calling me that horrible name, bitch." He smiled at my shocked reaction, his thumb tapping his bottom lip. Damn him and that grin of his. I think it could make me forgive anything.

9:51pm

"You sure it's okay for you to eat this horrible greasy food?" I asked.

"I won't tell Seth if you won't." I bit my lips watching him suck the buffalo sauce off of his fingers.

"I should be able to make you better meals when you visit, as long as I know when it'll be. You kinda caught me off-guard this time and I wasn't planning to cook anything tonight."

"Well, at least chicken wings have protein. There's other stuff in here that Seth and Roman would smack me for, but dammit, there's protein!" I laughed at his reasoning.

I had been extra lazy that night, not only ordering take-out food, but also using disposable forks and plates. I gathered up the empty plates and threw them in the trash. Jon unfastened his belt and leaned back in the chair, letting out a long groan.

"I shouldn't have eaten that much, but it felt so good."

"Do you not get to eat a lot on the road?" I asked.

"Nah, that's not it. We eat a good amount, but we're much more aware about what we're eating. I don't get to eat delicious crap like that too often, so I had to pack it in, you know?"

"I can definitely see that." I leaned down to him and licked off a drop of sauce still on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you trying to tempt me, woman?"

"No, I just thought that it'd be more enjoyable for me than wiping it away with a napkin." I shrugged and smiled. "I was right."

I stretched and yawned. It was still on the early side, but I was feeling pretty tired. "Hey Jon, I know you napped earlier so you're probably not very tired…" I paused briefly, almost embarrassed to ask him what I was thinking. Dammit, if he was supposedly my boyfriend now, I could ask him something like this! "…but would you mind lying down with me while I fall asleep?"

He tapped his finger on his chin like he was thinking about it. Did I make a mistake in asking him? Was it too soon to do something so squishy and intimate? I suppose sex is one thing, but snuggling is a whole other ballgame.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I suggested it. It's too soon." I moved over to my bureau and started to change for bed. My bra and shirt were off and I was pulling a clean tee over my head when I felt two cold hands cover my breasts. I yelped at the unexpected touch.

"You barely gave me any time to respond," he purred into my ear. His hands were massaging my breasts while he spoke. It was very distracting and he was aware of exactly what he was doing to me. "Of course I'll cuddle with you. Just leave your shirt off."

"If it means you'll keep doing what you're doing, I'll never wear a shirt again."

He let out this little sexy laugh and helped me take my shirt back off. I climbed into bed and wriggled under the covers. He moved in behind me and started to put his arms around me when I stopped him. "Flip over to the other side. I want to be the big spoon!"

"Really? Aren't chicks supposed to be the little one?" He looked at me like he was stunned and he found this whole bit funny.

"Yeah, typically, but I like being the cuddler more than the cuddlee." He humored me and rolled over onto his other side. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, leeching off the warmth of his body. I buried my face into his neck and shut my eyes. We laid there together in silence for a while before he spoke up.

"So what's the deal with you and Dave?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know much about him other than he's your friend and co-worker. What's your relationship like?"

"Let's see. He started working here about two years ago. We had an instant connection because we share a similar sense of humor. If it weren't for him, I probably would've quit a long time ago. I would just miss him too much if I were to work somewhere else."

"I see. That's cool. It's always good to have a close friend."

"Yeah, he's been my rock for a while. Especially after the divorce. He's like the Randal to my Dante."

"I have no idea what the fuck just came out of your mouth," he said as he laughed at me.

"Really? Dante and Randal? From Clerks? A modern comedy classic?" He turned his head to look at me and shrugged. "You've never seen Clerks?" I exclaimed, grabbing his bicep hard.

"Nope. When the fuck would I have time to watch movies?"

"Right now, asshole. We're watching it." I hopped out of bed and scurried over to the TV, bending over to look through my box of movies.

"You could just stay like that and I'd keep watching." I reached an arm behind me and flipped him off.

I finally found the movie, popped it in, and dove back into bed. "You'll love this. Trust me."

Thursday, 6:04am

I woke up alone. For a brief moment, it scared me. I must have fallen asleep during the movie because I don't remember seeing the ending this time. The TV and DVD player were turned off. Had I been dreaming? Had Jon been here at all? Did I just dream this whole thing? I felt disappointed. I grabbed my phone to check the time and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw a text from Jon.

5:10am

Went for a run. Found a gym and stopped for a work out. Would you pick me up a little after 7?

He must've been bored sitting around my apartment while I was sleeping. I felt bad that I couldn't stay up all night with him and I don't have much in the way of entertainment other than movies and my laptop. I replied to let him know I was awake and I asked which gym it was.

While waiting for a reply, since I knew he was in the middle of working out and wouldn't drop everything just to check his phone, I figured I'd mess around on my laptop. I went to turn grab it and discovered it was already on. I swore that I shut it off last night. Hmm. I guess that I must have forgotten to since I was so tired. Yesterday was awfully weird, so I can't blame myself.

7:00am

I pulled into the parking lot of the gym he had mentioned in his reply text. I walked up to the entrance as two chatting women were leaving. I turned to watch them leave. They were tan and fit, everything tight and with curves where you'd want them to be. I looked down at my mid-section and groaned. I have a gym membership, but I never go. I had bought one a few months after the divorce, swearing that I was totally going to get in shape so that I could show the world that I was still fabulous, but then I realized that ice cream and TV were a lot more fun and that I was never fabulous to begin with.

But now I was sort of dating a guy whose entire body was just like pow! all over the place and I felt like I was the ugly girl who the quarterback was fake dating only to end up humiliating her in some teen sex comedy. Maybe Dave will start going to the gym with me if I bribe him.

I walked into the gym, feeling sheepish. I did a quick scan for Jon, but couldn't quite find him from the front of the lobby. I noticed that all of the women on the treadmills and stationary bikes toward the back of the gym where staring in the same direction, into another room that I couldn't see from where I was, and were clearly enjoying whatever they were looking at. Curious, I snuck further into the building so that I could catch a glimpse of what it was.

There was Jon, doing pull-ups on a bar, the muscles in his arms and torso flexing like crazy as he lifted himself up with ease. He wasn't wearing a shirt, the damn show-off, and his skin was glistening from being covered in sweat. Good lord, no wonder every woman in this gym was watching him. My heart started pounding harder in my chest. My mouth stayed closed, but a soft whine still managed to escape my throat. Sure, I had seen him wrestle, but fuck, there was something about watching this man like this that made me just…I must have him right now.

I walked up to the doorway of the room he was using and knocked on the wall. "Hey Jon, are you ready to go?" I was fully aware that I was blocking the view of the women behind me. I could sense their evil glares on my back. Yeah bitches, eat it up.

He dropped down from the bar and came up to me. "Hey." He gave me a quick peck on the mouth and then went to go grab his shirt and a towel to wipe off his face. "Yeah, gimme a sec to go take a shower and we can get out of here."

I shook my head. "You can shower at my place." I came up next to him and leaned up to his ear. "I need to fuck you right now," I whispered. I stood behind him and pushed him out of the room, sticking out my tongue and flipping off the women watching us leave. Yeah bitches, I'm going home with all of this. I would've crotch-chopped, but I'm a lady.

When we got to my car, I tossed him the keys. "You're driving. I am far too distracted." He just shrugged and laughed.

Once we were on the road, I unbuckled from my seat, leaned over and shoved my hand down his shorts, grabbing his balls. "Shit, what the fuck has gotten into you?" he said, looking a bit stunned.

I gripped his hair with my other hand and buried my nose in it. It was still damp with sweat and the scent was driving me crazy. "I made the mistake of watching you exercise half-naked." I moved my mouth down and bit his ear. I could feel his cock starting to swell next to my hand. "Seeing that and seeing all those other women watching you, wanting you, just made something primal come out of me." I tasted the salt still lingering on his skin as I kissed and licked at his neck. I couldn't wait to get home so that I could swallow him whole. "I might have to share you with other women while you're gone, but like hell I'm sharing you with anyone while you're here." His cock was fully hard now, so I wrapped my fist around it and pulled it out from his shorts. "Right now, you're all mine." I couldn't see them, of course, but I'm pretty sure I was rocking a pair of the crazy eyes right then. I leaned down and slipped most of his length into my mouth. What can I say? I was hungry. I hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Fuck, Lana. You really are a dirty filthy slut." I worked my mouth around him, seemingly trying to taste him more than trying to make him come. He fisted my hair and yanked my head up while we were at a stoplight. He planted a kiss on me and I shoved my tongue into his mouth, making sure he could taste himself. I'm not sure if he liked the taste of his own sweaty unwashed junk, but I sure did at that moment.

He had to pull me off of him once again when we finally reached my apartment complex. I grabbed him by the wrist and walked with purpose into the elevator. The elevator ride was oddly uneventful for us. In our handful of encounters so far, elevators had been a bit of a recurring theme, so I expected something to happen, but I'm glad it didn't because being made to wait was getting me even more excited.

I immediately stripped once I was through the threshold of the door. The door hadn't even been closed yet, but I didn't care. He shut the door behind him and I jumped up around his waist. He clearly wasn't expecting that particular gesture from me because his legs buckled and we dropped to the floor.

"This'll do," I said, adapting to the change of location. "Now fuck me, goddammit."

"How could I ignore a reque-" I covered his mouth with mine before he could finish his sentence. My legs were still wrapped around him, so I hooked my toes under the elastic band and started to slide his shorts off. He laughed into my mouth and helped me finish removing them.

I pulled away from him briefly. "Fuck, I doubt you have a condom in those shorts, do you?"

"No, for once, I don't. Didn't expect to nail anyone while I was out running."

I crawled over to my bed and grabbed one from my toy box. When I came back from underneath the bed, he grabbed me from behind and snatched the condom from my hand. "Stay like that for a sec," he whispered as he sheathed himself. He stood up and told me to do so as well. He then grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face down into the bed. He pushed his cock into my waiting pussy, keeping his hand pressed against my back to hold me down. He ran his other hand up my thigh before it stopped and dug into my hip.

He held his cock there for a moment, unmoving. Torture. Fucking torture. My brain was so frazzled with lust that I couldn't take it anymore and started thrusting my hips back onto him. My body needed him so badly right then, I didn't have time for his silly sex games.

I felt his hand stroke my back a few times and then he took both of his hands off of me. After a few more thrusts backward, I stopped and turned my head around to ask him why he let go. I didn't say a word once I saw him grinning at me. "Don't stop now. This is really hot. Fuck yourself on my dick until you cum.

I started back up again, this time at a faster pace. I occasionally paused to grind my pussy against him. I felt like a stripper or a porn star or something, and it made me feel really sexy. If I was sex sober at the moment, I would probably have been ashamed of myself, but I was drunk on him and didn't care one bit.

My skin flushed and my fingers gripped at the sheets as my orgasm tore through my body. I didn't cry out like I normally do. This time I grit my teeth and released a growl of sorts. I suppose that primal part of me really was coming out.

He pressed his body down onto my back and whispered into my ear, "Who's the tiger now, huh?" He stood back up and gripped my hips tight, taking control back and slamming his hips hard into mine. I growled again, turning back to look at him and baring my teeth. He smirked and did it again. My head dropped back down and the growl turned into a moan. He placed a hand on the back of my head and held it down into the sheets and he furiously thrust into me, heading toward his own climax. I didn't worry about how loud I was being since the bed was muffling my sounds. Soon I was having a second smaller orgasm and he came shortly after. He draped himself on my back and bit into my shoulder.

"I guess I should work out in front of you more often."

11:21am

"Hey," I said, breaking the silence that had been between us for a while. We had been lying together watching a movie, his choice this time. It was Die Hard, so I wasn't complaining. "Not to get sappy all over you," I fumbled trying to grab his hand, my eyes not leaving the screen. It felt appropriate, but it wasn't helping prove that I wasn't getting sappy. "but I'm really glad that I know you." He didn't respond, he just continued to watch John McClane kick some ass. He gently squeezed my hand after a moment, and I took that as his way of saying that he felt the same way.

4:12pm

I gazed up at his handsome face as he came, my own climax already come and gone. He collapsed on me and I relished his dead weight on my body. It made it harder to breathe, but I didn't care. In some weird way, it made this whole thing feel real for me. Like if I didn't feel a little pain, I would suddenly wake up and find out this really was all just a dream.

He finally rolled over onto his back and I went to clean up. When I came back out, he was still lying there with his eyes closed, all naked and disheveled, looking fucking perfect. I snuck over to grab my phone, not wanting to disturb him, and took a picture of him. The stupid shutter sound from the phone startled him and he opened his eyes, glaring at me.

"You seriously didn't just take a naked picture of me, did you?"

"Indeed I did. I need something to keep me going this next month, and trust me, this will."

"Are you sure, because you already have a pretty impressive porn collection," he said, chuckling.

"Fuck you, you did turn on my laptop! You asshole!" I threw his shirt at him and he caught it, sat up and threw it on.

"You were sleeping and I was bored, so I went exploring. Can you blame me?"

"When you're smiling at me like that, I find it hard to blame you for anything." I began to get dressed myself. "I might need to get this picture printed on a body pillow so I can snuggle with it at night."

He looked at me with a horrified expression. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Yes, don't worry. I'd like to think I'm not that creepy."

"Just promise me you won't show that to anyone, okay? Like don't go posting that online so that all those fangirl chicks lose their shit and I get my ass fired for having naked photos."

"You think I'd want to share this piece of art? Hell no, this is all mine, and I like your ass, so I don't want to be responsible for it getting fired. I just want to touch it." I stared at the picture and then looked over at the real thing, laughing and smiling. The photo would just have to do till next month.

6:14pm

"So do you want me to drop you off at the airport or do you want to call a cab?" I asked.

He scratched the back of his head and his face was kind of scrunched up in thought. "Ah, I was wondering about that myself. I think I might go with the cab." He noticed my obvious disappointed with his answer. "Look, Lana," he came up to me and held my face in his hands. "It's nothing you did or anything, so don't go crazy female all over this, okay?" He lightly smacked my cheek and return to keep packing his small bag.

"I know. I'm just kinda sad that I can't see you off, you know? I know you have to, but I wish you didn't have to go. It's been nice having you around for more than one round of sex." I flashed him a cheesy grin and he threw a pair of his dirty underwear at me. "Thanks! I could make a lot of money selling this online!"

He tried to grab them back and I turned away so he couldn't reach them. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up, shaking me back and forth. I screamed in girlish delight and begged him to stop, despite my laughter.

"Drop the boxers and I'll let you go," he said calmly.

"Never!"

"Fine, if this won't work, I know what will."

He placed me down on the ground, grabbed my shoulders, and started to attack my neck with his mouth. My knees buckled immediately and my arms went limp as I fell under his mouth's spell. The boxers fell from my hand, landing on the ground in a pile. He quickly laid me down on the ground and snatched up his boxers, leaving me to go put them in his bag.

"You really are an asshole," I said, deadpan.

"You were being a bitch and not giving them back. So I had to use alternate means. It's not my fault, you horny slut."

I sat up, laughing. "Oh, really? I'm the horny slut here? You're the one who wanted sex again and again!"

"Did you ever say no? I was just making sure to fill up your tank so you'll be good till next month." Even he couldn't keep a straight face anymore.

"You are seriously something else," I said as I stood up and walked over to him.

"Thank you. I take pride in that."

"Do you want anything to eat before you go?"

"Nah, I'm good." We stood in silence, staring at one another, unsure what to say. "I think I'm gonna go call a cab now," he said while rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah. Better to get to the airport earlier than later, right?" I said, forcing a smile. Why was this so awkward? We were so casual and comfortable around each other all day, but this feels so wrong. In an attempt to end the misery of this moment, I went over to the door and opened it up for him. He grabbed his bag and stopped in the doorway to give me one of those sweet, gentle kisses. I enjoyed it, but it didn't feel quite right.

"Well, I'll be seeing you," he said.

"Yup. Text me when you'll be able to visit next."

"Yeah, I will." He gave me another quick kiss and got into the elevator. I gave him a little wave as the door closed and he winked back.

I have no clue what the hell just happened there. Did we become seventh graders at the school dance? I shut the door and flopped onto my bed. I grabbed one of the pillows and shoved my face into it so it could muffle my irritated yell.

7:04pm

I was eating dinner when my phone vibrated.

Safely at the airport.

Thought you might want to know.

I sent him back a thank you. I appreciated the gesture. A few moments later, the phone buzzed again.

So I couldn't say it out loud earlier

But the reason I didn't want you to drive me to the airport was because it would've been harder to leave you.

It was hard enough leaving your apartment.

I almost choked on my food. Was this man really getting sentimental on me? I was grinning so hard that it hurt.

I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number.

Because I don't know any Asshole that would be so sweet.

Fine, see if I ever let you see my soft side again.

I prefer your hard side anyway.

Bitch.

Gotta go deal with airport shit.

You know, I think I'm gonna miss you.

You're turning me into a pussy.

I think I'll miss you too, Jon.