Chapter 6: Hating Mondays

A/N: I wanna start by expressing my gratitude for all the concern you guys have shown me over my health. I'm much better now. I know I said that I would give this story a break but I can't seem to stay away for long. Plus seeing all the enthusiasm for it really gives me a boost in confidence. Also, a chapter for Heat of the Moment is coming soon so stay tuned!


Awaking from a sleepy haze, you felt light consistent breaths against your skin. A stark contrast to the temperature of the room as this air was much warmer. Practically every breath and heartbeat was perfectly in sync with one another. You felt relaxed and content with your head on a fluffy pillow with cool sheets resting on bare skin. Brows creasing in confusion, the drowsiness just beginning to recede.

John's face was buried between your breasts, the weight of his naked form pressed intimately against your overheated body despite how cool the room was because you refused to sleep in a room that was too hot. His usually styled hair was disheveled, an indication for some that he'd slept particularly well throughout the night. You like to think you and last night's activities had a lot to do with that. Interestingly enough, you never thought you would be a fan of cuddling but you also never envision a man like him would be susceptible to kissing either. His right arm was trapped under your side and his left arm was settled just over your hips.

From your awkward angle, you could see how relaxed and placid his expression was; not currently school in his normal indifference. You had to wonder if times of peace were rare for him. One wouldn't think that the noxious man whose face was currently buried in your chest could equate to being wholly responsible for regularly sending numerous people to the afterlife. And with so little feeling involved afterwards. You'd seen it with your own eyes. The way no emotion passed over his face as he swiftly dispatched people he'd been contracted to kill. Still in the midst of thinking and sifting through your emotions, you found that this man held an important place in your heart nonetheless. John Wick definitely had access into your mind and body the way that no one had. Heavily involved in a purely sexual relationship or not, the connection was cosmic.

Notably dealing with the basis of the relationship. As the relationship was still deceptively complex to offer any true understanding. And as far as your 'understanding' went you both were downright breaking all the casual sex guidelines. The prolonged proximity being a major component. This was the second time John stayed overnight and you fully regarded it as another sign of trust. Expect this time, he'd chosen not to make his exit before you awoke. It was quite the daunting experience on your part. Although you surely didn't expect to find that he was still here, wrapped comfortably around you like he was; basking in post-coital bliss the following morning. Like clockwork, anxiety strived to ruin your mood altogether. How long would this last? Another week, a month, a year perhaps? Only time would tell.

Having recognized that, it was here that you found yourself at a loss and were currently asking yourself 'now what?" a million times in your mind. Undoubtedly scrambling to figure out a solution to make things less awkward to make up for the fact that you would have no idea what to do if he suddenly woke up. You took a concentrated breath to collect your thoughts before you went about your next course of action.

To get your day started, you most definitely needed a shower. Still you were reluctant to leave your little bubble of contentment. But in spite of that it had to be done so with the carefulness of a nurse attending to a newborn, you went about gently removing yourself from John's form. In all, you spent about five minutes inching off the bed without trying to alert him and it seemed to work to your advantage. Though you were mildly surprised that he managed to stay asleep, you accredited it to your patience and the painstaking effort it took to complete the task. You did a couple of stretches to force your limbs into wakefulness, hoping to work out the kinks in the process. Glancing over his still slumbering form, you noticed a gun on the bedside table. Bizarrely, you didn't remember seeing him remove it from his person when he carried you to the bed. You did, however, know that he always had one on him. John was the epitome of 'Run up get done up.'

With that thought in mind, you crept into the bathroom as quietly as you could. With as much as you paid for rent, you'd think they'd up the water pressure as a courtesy. The water felt like gentle rain pelting your skin and the shower head wasn't to blame. The steam that bellowed into the bathroom faster than you like and sometimes it made you feel like you were suffocating. Standing under the stream of water only one thing occurred to you - Mondays were most definitely your least favorite day of the week.

The fact that the thought of cooking him breakfast was surprising enough without it having to be explored in detail. It wasn't wounding to admit that you found cooking for John quite the appealing option; deciding that it had more to do with hospitality than an affectionate gesture of fidelity. Although you might be in denial since the notion of preparing breakfast for your last boyfriend you'd had just over a year ago in college had never even crossed your mind. Usually coldly encouraging him to have a bowl of cereal when morning came. The difference was certainly astonishing. Even as you filtered through thoughts you couldn't put your finger on what that might entail - the real implications of what it could mean.

You were almost halfway towards the kitchen to prepare yourself a nice bowl of apple jacks before knocking on the door halted that idea. Your friends nearly gave you a heart attack the way they just bull rushed inside your apartment.

"Girl, why aren't you ready? I texted you that we were on the way." Jasmine shrieked.

"Now you know damn well that one the way could mean still in the bed with you."

"Well I'm here now aren't I? And she ain't ready."

"Shhhhh! Stop being so fuckin loud!"

"What's wrong with you? You actin like yo mama here or something." Alexis said, giving you a look.

"It's worse than that! He's here."

"Who?" Both girls' eyebrows went up, obviously realizing that the situation must be dire for you to react the way that you were.

"John. He's asleep in my room."

"Ohhhh. So y'all just parlaying up in here huh?"

The subtle elation at having them show up at your apartment was quickly overshadowed by the reminder that John was still fast asleep in your bed. You didn't even have time to beat your face like you wanted. You quietly bid them to go wait in the car outside since they couldn't be trusted to be silent while you rushed and got ready.

Doing a quick rummage through your closet, you ultimately settled on a form fitting brown, while, and blue romper that provided a glorious view of your backside. Not your idea of causal but but it would do for now. Plus the cute fit greatly complimented your mocha especially well, it was mainly the reason why you bought it in the first place. It would provide decent cover from the persistent wind chill that you weren't confident you could withstand wearing a dress and cardigan. The weather was veering towards hoodies and cold nights. Honestly, it was to be expected since the past summer mouths were reminiscent of hell.

In the bathroom mirror, you applied a light coat of foundation and some lashes that would serve nicely in place for your lack of time, giving you a bare face kind of look. By your own standards, you looked presentable. The summation made you think of the girls who proudly boast about only wearing lip gloss and lashes. The ones who believed that they were superior to other women because they didn't have to wear makeup as often. It was unbelievably stupid. What was the point? You'd rather for them to admit that they didn't know how to open apply makeup and move on. Besides it was nothing a good YouTube tutorial couldn't fix. You hurriedly threw your makeup products into the bag and cleaned the area around your sink.

Even after you'd showered and gotten dressed, he still hasn't moved from his original sleeping position. He must really be tired. Naturally going against conventional wisdom, you decided not to tell him that you were leaving with your friends as he would probably be stunned to find out that you were gone when he finally woke up. Instead you made a split-decision to leave your whereabouts on a blank sheet of notebook paper and an estimated time of when you'd probably be back. Adding that he could help himself to anything in the fridge should he be hungry. The note was then placed on your empty spot on the bed next to him.


There was a black-owned nails shop located just downtown called the Nail Lounge that Jasmine had been dying about visiting but wanted to wait until all three of you were available. The shop was owned by a woman who was the daughter of one of Jasmine's mother's coworkers. She was young and fresh out of cosmetology school by a few months. Of course she would wanna get the word out and bring in as much business as possible. All three of you had made a collective decision to skip classes for the days citing a self-care day. As a freshman, this would've worried you to death but now as an seasoned upperclassmen - you couldn't be bothered with perfect attendance. Fuck them classes.

Stepping inside the place, you almost instantly got a welcoming and relaxing vibe. After spending nearly ten minutes looking at the color palate, you decided on your usual white, long acrylic, coffin nails. Of all the colors, you could never go wrong with white. Jasmine decided that she only needed a fill-in of her current set while Alexis was her usual extra self and got a mani-pedi along with a top lip wax. Which would ultimately result in them being there much longer. You would mind if your technician wasn't so damn friendly and conversational. Her name was Taylor and she'd been doing nails out of her house since she was nineteen while she attended college where she met the owner of the shop. The two became good friends. It was a friendship origin story you could fully appreciate in the meantime. Though you had to clench a fist to keep from tensing up as the technician did a deep exfoliation scrub on your left foot.

A little over an hour and a half you three were walking out of the shop having left a hefty tip, Alexis then chose a nice little Italian restaurant courtesy of google search to have brunch in. The decor was modest and pleasing with a typical Italian aesthetic. After ten minutes of looking over the extensive menu, the waiter came to take your orders and as usual the three of you fell into conversations of various topics.

Alexis seemed to be expressing enthusiasm for another girls night out soon - something you knew would result in you drunk as fuck in the back of an urber wondering where it all went wrong.

"I'm still kinda fucked up from the days ago." Jasmine mentioned, fork poking around her huge plate of spaghetti.

You interject taking the occasional bite from your plate. "You ain't lying."

"The liquor store is calling my name." Alexis added.

"Well it's definitely not calling mine. Drinking turns me into a whole different person."

"I mean that's normal. And it should be fine, especially since you bagged a white man. With that liquor in your system I'm sure you can show him some things he's never had in his life."

"I don't really think he's white. I think he's something else."

"Something like what? Middle Eastern?"

You gave another shrug. "I don't know. He gives me Jason Momoa vibes. Like he could be a mix of multiple ethnicities." Speaking of Jason Momoa - everybody knew that Lisa Bonet was the pussy supreme for having both Lenny and Jason on the best terms two guys can be on after being with the same woman. If that wasn't Black Girl Magic you didn't know what is. Miss Bonet needs to write a book.

Speaking of John, you felt a little bad about leaving him at the apartment for your girls but you blamed it on need for a mani pedi. As a woman you should never feel sorry going treating yourself, mentally allocating that maybe you'd latched on harder than you originally thought.

If you were dealing with another guy and had an incident similar to the one with the Perkins woman, you'd never want to deal with the man again. Truth be told, you'd never hated a woman over a man because you couldn't value men over women. At the same time, you admitted that you weren't keen on sharing him with another woman. In hindsight, there was reason to believe that John valued you enough to where you wouldn't have to worry about other women. Somehow John didn't strike you as a commitment type of man. Honestly speaking though, that didn't stop the anxiety from hanging over you. The last thing you wanted to delude yourself. You might have strong feelings for him but that didn't mean you'd chase after him.

One thing you learned about men was that they were gonna do whatever they wanted to. Therefore considering them in every decision you make was detrimental. As a matter of a fact, John had convinced you that there was nothing going on and you somewhat believed him. But it couldn't be that you were easily persuaded could it? You refused to believe it.

The topic of conversation needed to be switched soon, you didn't really want to linger on it too long. "What's up with you and PJ?" You asked Alexis.

"We're good. He took me out to this nice little steakhouse the other day. Those rolls were so good, I damn near had a stroke."

"I can't wait until you post him on your snap. Andreas is gonna be so sick." Jasmine laughed.

"As a dog."

"Why haven't you posted him yet?" You inquired, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Timing is everything. Just gotta wait for the right time is all. The trick is to give him some hope of us getting back together. Then crush his heart. PJ said that he was going outta town this weekend so guess where imma be? Outta town with him."

"As you should."

"My bag is already packed."

Jasmine nodded in approval. "Pack your best outfits and be sure to get out in them streets."

"Oh you don't have to tell me. I'm assembling all my hoe fits."

"Here for it."

It was silent for a moment as the three of you settled into digging into the plates of food on the table. Only broken when Alexis received a ping notification on her phone.

"Chile…" Alexis sat her phone on the table to allow you and Jasmine to see the text message notification. "I'm not taking the bait."

"Well, you can't play dead forever." Jasmine said.

"Watch me."

You shook your head at this. "I hope he blows your phone up just for that."

"Bitch that block button works just fine. I'm not losing no sleep."

"Don't block him, he's just tryna communicate."

"Well considering the circumstance that won't be possible. First off, he got caught cheating. Then had the nerve to be talking about a break. Fuck a break. I'm finna slide while you figure out what you want."

Seriously, you didn't blame Alexis. Men these days thought they were slick, often finding out too late that women could be baby oil if they wanted to.

"Well he's sneaky, sneaky."

According to FB, he was active four hours ago." Jasmine mentioned, scrolling her feed.

"But he hasn't posted in nine hours."

"He's doing something or someone." Alexis insisted.

"That does not mean that."

"So anyway girl, like I was saying…"

You and Jasmine burst into laughter than had you stomach cramping something fierce.


John's not there when the three of you return to the apartment and you breathed a sigh of relief inside. As much as you loved them, you didn't trust your friends not to embarrass you if they got the chance to meet him. Let's be real, you didn't expect him to understand the essence of a black female friendship. You were certain that he wouldn't appear uncomfortable in their presence if he did choose to show back up if they were still here, probably only observant of the lively dynamic and banter amongst the three of you and keep his distance.

Jasmine and Alexis left after about an hour and with nothing better to do, you took up your place on the couch in front of the tv where you decided you would stay for a while.

The time is just pushing around four in the afternoon and you realize that you've spent a good chunk of the day lounging around. With tomorrow looming closer, you were already dreading it because you knew that your professor would work your nerves before you even made it to the interview. Worse still, the interview could end up being a major break for you yet your excitement was being squandered by the person who'd set it up.

When dealing with men your guard was up, now in this circumstance your guard was nowhere to be found per say. Like it was being blocked somehow. To be frank, you weren't entirely sure if it was the intimate connection or penis doing the blocking. All you knew was that when it came to him, you were forever hot and ready like a deep dish pizza from little caesars. Probably because the contract killer went above and beyond satisfying any sexual impulses. A high sex drive was relatively healthy for a man in his prime.

It took a strong man to persevere in this life doing what he did. In all your years of living you'd never known nor met anyone who lived an even remotely similar lifestyle that John did. How did he carry on in his daily life? With varying degrees of normality? You wondered where his place of residence was. You doubted that he had to deal with a sleazy landlord. The way John lived outside of his work was entirely a mystery to you. From what you gather, he seemed like a pretty closed off individual. Was it possible to know more about him? His lifestyle, his occupation, what his life was like before said occupation.

Of course they conversated but never too much about his personal or professional life. Though you didn't take him for the type to flat out bare his soul to you, John was a nice man, a sensible, rational man who was very polite and never raised his voice. There were plenty of men who were nurturing; John and your father being prime examples. Apparently, those older men would come through every time. His calm behavior brought on blind obedience that you had idea you were capable of. He was miles away from your favored type yet he could read you like a book. You didn't know another man like him. The desire to understand and experience him was strong. For you dating wasn't all that hard, you just chose to give it a break for a while.

You got the impression that he wasn't used to this kind of thing either despite the interesting adjustments for them both. No question that it was highly uncharacteristic for him to bestow any woman with special treatment. Not knowing that this was a first for you as well. He knew more about your likes and dislikes than you did about his. There wasn't a day that went by where you didn't wonder what he thought of you. But you knew in your heart that there was no telling what he was thinking. Of all the times to wish you were a mind-reader.

Did he think you were mature? While it should be recognized that you hadn't completely shaken off your childish ways, you were only twenty-two.

You would only remain curled up on the couch for a few hours until a knock at the door interrupted that. At first, you were heavily considering ignoring it. But by the fourth knock you had no choice but to consider a different course of action. All you wanted to roll over doze off again.

When you opened the door you hadn't expected your weird landlord to be standing eagerly behind it. He perked up at the sight of you, smiling brightly despite the scowl planted on your face. He had an envelope in his hand that looked like it had your name on it.

"Hey _, I noticed that you hadn't picked up your mail yesterday so I thought I'd bring it to you."

You regarded him for a few moments before asking, "Why didn't you just leave it in my box?"

"I didn't know if you were home so...I just thought I'd hand deliver it to you." He said, offering you the mail to which you quickly snatched.

The explanation made absolutely no sense whatsoever and there was no way he didn't know that. The sheer absurdity of it nearly made you laugh aloud and you probably would have if only you didn't want to give him the impression that you thought his actions were out of the kindness of his heart. He was expecting you to invite him into your apartment - something you would never do even if he insisted. You knew exactly where his stare was fixated.

"Thanks but next time leave it in the box." You moved to shut the door but his foot blocked it.

"Wait, umm can I take you out sometime? Like a movie or you can come over to my place…"

Your brows drew down in irritation mostly because you didn't feel like dealing with this shit today. "No, thank you." Just what the fuck was up with this guy?

Ever persistent the man seemed intent on not letting you close the door in his face. In fact, he was just one step away from forcing himself in and you increased the force you used in order to try and move his foot.

Swerving your gaze over his shoulder, your heart constricts once you spot your lover striding down the hall towards the direction of your apartment, his face naturally carrying it's usual seriousness especially since finding the man within your vicinity again. In spite of the fact, you were a little shocked you couldn't be happier to see him at the moment. He wasn't kidding when he'd insinuated that he would pop up to save you should an issue arise. John was radiating that deathly aura again, the one that makes your hair stand on end. You knew that if given leave - John wouldn't hesitate to incite violence on the man if he felt the guy was a threat to you in any capacity. And the man was looking like quite the problem showing up at your place constantly. This could turn ugly very quickly.

John stood stock still behind the man before he eventually realized it. You couldn't help but notice how John towered over the mousy landlord, glowering at him like an owl preparing to devour its recently caught meal. John was practically burning a hole into the side of the man's face once he turned to give you a panicked look once more. The look John gave the man was enough to have your skin crawling and the look wasn't even on you. Your landlord was perturbed, having no idea that he was literally staring into the eyes of death itself. Even you could sense the man's unease as he bared the full weight of John's ire. It was obvious that the landlord didn't know who he was dealing with.

Just John's stare felt like a threat in itself and you were positive that the hitman wrapping his arms around you yesterday was a warning. A warning that went ignored but a warning no less. Sooner or later John's patience would run out and this badgering landlord would be dead. And you wouldn't blame John. The man's behavior bordered on harassment. You wouldn't stand for it and neither would John. You just prayed to God that he wouldn't pull anymore slick shit like this anymore for his sake.

With no more words forthcoming, the man eased around John and took off down the hall. You were more than rattled by the experience, placing a hand over your chest to calm your rapidly beating heart. You let John in with no questions and locked the door hastily behind him. That told you just how wary you were.

"Is that going to become a problem?"

"It already is, it's just the least of them right now." You answered?

After this whole ordeal, you got the impression that John wasn't too keen on your landlord. Something had to be done about that. The thought of being alone with him made you scared shitless. You were absolutely positive that if your landlord got his way, you'd end up chained in a basement somewhere. Nonetheless, you were beyond thankful for John showing up the moment he did. You guessed it was natural for him to feel the need to protect you given that you both were in a sort-of-kinda relationship. Some would call it a long term booty call but whatever.

You felt a little awkward after that altercation, not that you had anything to feel awkward about. You retook your place on the couch a little surprised when John silently followed. You expected him to be off on a job and not be seen for a few days just like in the early stages of the situationship. The man himself was used to disappearing for long periods of time with no explanation. The thing that disturbed you though, was that he yet to show you any affection and it seriously worried you. Was he upset about you leaving this morning? You weren't sure but the lack of attention was starting to grate on your really sensitive nerves.

Everyone has a different layer of emotions. John Wick was not very emotional on the surface so you kinda have to navigate carefully. The man was not easily moved or affected at all. There was a high indication that he was emotionally unavailable. This shouldn't be so surprising for a man in his profession. Even for all your time together he had yet to open up. Though you felt anxious not knowing where you stood. One thing you knew was that he was a very direct person and it didn't take a rocket scientist to ascertain that your communication styles were vastly different. Both of you were different in culture as well. He wasn't on Snapchat, didn't watch Love and HipHop, and probably didn't know who Cardi B was.

If you had to take a guess, he'd gone home to shower and change clothes. That was the most logical explanation since you didn't think that he had a side job apart from the one in the killing business. Still it couldn't hurt to ask.

"Where did you go?"

"Home."

You had no idea how to respond to that statement and he clearly didn't see fit to expand on it any further. Maybe it just wasn't any of your business. You settled back into channel surfing with him sitting on the other end of the couch. Something told you that he wasn't a good conversation starter and neither were you.

After a while you notice that he's been looking at you for a long time and you could tell that he was thinking of something. You hoped he would say something soon to break the ice, you didn't want there to be a miscommunication between the two of you.

"Oh well, me and the girls went to the nail shop today." You held up a hand for him to see and placed both feet into his lap. "Do you like it?"

You thought he might not like his personal space being invaded, deciding to test the waters a bit. There was nothing wrong with a person wanting their boundaries to be respected. You didn't want to come off as pushy either. If he cared about personal space, he certainly wasn't making it known.

Your heart skipped a few beats and you thought it was time to be taken to the king once one of his hands gently took hold of your feet and inspected it.

"Yes." He said as he planted a kiss on base. "I do."

The sweet moment was soon ruined when he skimmed over a tender spot on your foot making you squirm and let out a giggle. His brows went up in subtle surprise at the reaction. He'd just discovered that you were ticklish. Lips turning up at the corner, John secured a good grip on your foot and started massaging it. Unable to escape, you let out a series of giggles which only increased in volume the longer the torture went on. No matter how many times you tried to yank your foot out of his grasp the attempts proved futile.

And just like that, your shitty monday had been transformed. This was the pick me up you needed. Reassurance hits differently when it's not asked for.

You felt as if you looked good today and apparently good enough to easily ensnare the full attention of a certain someone who was looking at you under a heavily lidded gaze. Twenty solid minutes into reality television, an arm comes over to pull you closer to him. He gently pulls you onto his lap with minimal effort and you hated that you were so hyper aware of his every action. His eyes - they always had the ability to lure you in. The smell of his cologne was pulling you in a daze. On top of everything else, he looked absolutely mouthwatering.

The sexual tension was heavy in the air and you rejoiced at that. You thought perhaps he would continue to hold you at arm's length with no want for anything beyond that. It felt so damn good to be wrong.

You immediately thought back to the night before. Last night was life changing. You remember how it felt when he deliberately stuck his tongue into your most unexplored place and couldn't stop your body from clenching and your cheeks from heating up. He got you wetter than the Nile River. The north remembers. How in the hell did you manage to bag this man of all men?

"Have you been behaving yourself milaya?"

What was that? That foreign word? The way he spoke it sounded affectionate so that was your first clue. You couldn't tell if it meant due it being a part of another language - it didn't sound like a phrase or a demand. You'd paid enough attention to know that this was the first time you'd heard the word leave his mouth when addressing you. Unlike him, you were not bilingual. In high school, you'd taken a spanish class that you somehow managed to pass with a low B. There weren't many words from that language that you could remember since it was so long ago.

He watched as your depression morphed into one of confusion. The resulting amusement in his eyes became visible soon after and that left you even more perplexed.

His arms tighten until you nodded an answer.

"Words." He demanded, that enigmatic aura wrapped around him.

"Yes."

You didn't really believe in labels all that much. You absolutely hated that you were now at the 'what are we?' stage. You always thought you were too good to ask that question to anyone. Oh how the tables have turned. The new development was worrying. You never knew what he was going to do and that fear of the unknown always kept you somewhat on the edge.

"I have an interview with a local news station tomorrow sanctioned by one of my professors. Jasmine volunteered to take me."

John turned his head to level his perceptive gaze unto you. "You don't have a car?"

"None. I'm working on it. I've been saving up for about two years but someone big always comes up and drains my savings. I mean it's cool because not having a car really didn't affect me all that much since I usually walk or take the train."

"It'll work itself out."

"Yeah, I have faith it will."

There was a nice outline in the front of his pants, you tried but failed to ignore. Simply giving in when you realized the reluctance was pointless. Leaning back a fraction, you moved a hand in between the two of you towards his crotch. One of his hands stopped that action before it could take place and a pout would make its way unto your face shortly after. You didn't want to seem moody because honestly speaking you had no real reason to be. Sex isn't exactly on your mind right now, you'd rather just enjoy his company for the time being. He truly enjoyed being in your presence and he let it be known through words and actions. It did cause your chest to warm significantly.

You didn't have to do anything. You could just watch tv and it would be fine with you. It could go either way.

You'd learned that John was a very solitary individual. There was a hollowness about him - almost like he didn't engage with feeling. A definite effect of not living a normal life if that wasn't already obvious. You could bear the perpetual silence, since silence didn't necessarily mean he wouldn't communicate. It was still too early for him to shed his neutral mask. While you were a healthy mix of extroverted and introverted, the hitman was heavily introverted.

You felt so comfortable and safe around him it was perplexing. John's deep, brusque voice always made you weak in the knees. You loved to hear him speak and it was rough seeing as he was the very definition of a man of few words. It was almost as if you couldn't get enough of him. Oddly enough, you had never had much of a sex drive before you met him. Being so close to him sparked an irrational excitement. After yesterday, you'd gladly drop your panties with no hesitation. Beyond that, you had no problem initiating, in fact, you would do just about anything to get him to stick his dick back inside you; more than aware of what it could do.

This was more than a shallow attraction to one another though having to psychoanalyze everything was something you'd grown to hate. The best course of action would be to just live in the moment. Bask in it for the time being. Who knows how long it would last. While it sucked to even consider, sometimes you just gotta be like - 'it was fun while it lasted and move on with your life.' It was most definitely easier said than done especially due to the fact that it would absolutely kill you to have part with his dick. Too bad your mind and body operated separately from one another.

What was between them would remain unspoken, for now at least.