Saturday Afternoon, August 6th
"You're amazing," he whispers, pulling me against him and holding me close. "Promise me we can be together like this tonight when I get home. I don't even want you to leave my apartment. I want you to stay here…that way I can think about you here in my bed, sleeping on the same sheets I just fucked you in."
"Yes" is already on my tongue before he finishes asking, but then I remember…
Alice.
"I can't," I tell him. "I already have plans tonight."
I feel his entire body stiffen as he holds me. And it gives me hope that he wants more from me than he's saying, too.
Hope.
Hope I can't really afford to have.
Because this man – this man who has just loved my body so completely – is just that. He has never said that he wanted anything more than this. Never once even hinted at it. If I allow myself to hope, he has the power to potentially break my heart. And he would break me in the process.
I feel him start to pull away, but I grab him and hold on tight. I'm not ready to let him go. Not now. I just can't.
"I have plans with my best friend, Alice," I tell him softly. "We're going out for drinks."
He tilts my face toward his and kisses me.
Fiercely.
Passionately.
The sound of his lips stoking mine, his tongue sucking mine…it's the most erotic thing I've ever heard. My heart is pounding and I realize that I want him. I want all of him. Not just this…but I want everything.
"I would love to stay here," I tell him. "I would love to stay in your bed, but I promise to be here when you get home. Is that enough?"
He looks at me for a long time. Seconds turn to minutes and his stare never once wavers.
"That's more than enough," he says. "It's more than I should ask for."
"You can ask me for anything," I tell him.
But can I ask you?
I want to ask you.
.
.
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A/N
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