Page 29 of Something Old

When I fall asleep, I dream about her, sitting on top of me, rocking her hips over me as she throws her hair back.

“Mas?” Her voice drags me from my dream into the real world. I blink, my face pressed against my pillow.

“What?” I groan, without turning towards her. I’m so tired. I hardly slept at all. Why is she in my room?

“I made you breakfast in bed.” She says, sweet as ever.

“I’m not hungry.” I mumble. Even though I’m starving.

“Ok, I’ll just leave it here for you.”

I hear her putting the tray down on my bedside table.

Then her footsteps fade out of the room, down the passage.

I sit up, looking over at the food.

Coffee. Creamy and dark.

I reach for it right away.

She made toast with bacon, egg and fried tomato.

It looks so damn good.

I tilt my head, listening for her, but she’s gone.

So, I pick up the tray and eat the breakfast.

I carry it down to the kitchen when I’m done and put the plate in the washer so she can’t see it. For some reason I don’t want her to know that I enjoyed it.

She comes into the kitchen while I’m making my second cup of coffee.

I feel her hands, tracing over my sides from behind. She presses her body against my back, hugging me. “I can make that for you?” Heat spreads through my body at her touch. My cock stirs, eager for a repeat of last night.

I step away from her, getting the milk out of the fridge even though I don’t need it yet.

“No, I can make my coffee. You don’t need to make me breakfast in the morning either. Thank you. But I can sort myself out.”

She giggles and then replies.

“I enjoyed making breakfast for you. Don’t be silly. What did you want to do today?” She slips her arms back around me now that I’m standing back at the coffee machine with the milk on the counter next to me, I have nowhere to run now. No reason to turn away. I clench my jaw, holding back an annoyed snarl. My body wants her so badly. My mind wishes she would leave me the hell alone.

“I don’t know whatI’mdoing today. You can do whatever you want.”

“I thought maybe we could go for a walk or go out somewhere?”

“No.” I say.

She shrugs. “That’s ok. I know it was last minute. We can make plans for another time. What are you doing for dinner tonight?”

Is she really so blind to my more than obvious body language? I am not interested. Do I need to spell it out for her? I turn to stare down at her, my eyes narrowed, nothing comforting or soft about my glare.

“I don’t know whatI’mdoing for dinner tonight, Leora. You must do whatever you want. Don’t worry about what I have planned.”

“Ok.” She smiles. But still seems un-phased when she leans her head against my shoulder.

Oh, my fuck. I need to get away from her.

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