Page 31 of Confession
But I’m ashamed that he saw me like that.
I don’t clean myself up with the cloth he brought me. I want his cum inside me.
I want him with me, even though I couldn’t handle it. I did need him to leave, and he saw that. He’s probably angry with me. He probably thinks I’m … god, I don’t know.
I don’t think Iwantto know.
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By morning, I’ve mostly gotten my shit sorted out. I clean up and put on workout clothes and head to the gym. I’m relieved to find it empty.
I start out on the treadmill, but I’m so sore that I mostly walk. I lift a little bit, then I go back to my room to shower—and find my door open. And Vitali at my table again.
I freeze in the doorway, staring at him sitting so comfortably in my space like he did last night. This time, he’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt and looks sexy in a completely different way.
“You can’t just come in here,” I tell him. When he opens his mouth, I add quickly, “And don’t you dare say that this is your house, so you can go in any room you want.”
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“So you know you’re trespassing.”
“I’d call it invading your privacy, but yes.”
I exhale forcefully and walk into the room, closing the door pointedly behind me.
“I left it open so you’d know I was in here.”
“How nice of you.”
His lips quirk. “You’re such a black cat sometimes.”
“A black cat?”
He shifts in the chair as I walk past him to the sink. “Wary. Bristly. Annoyed when people try to pet you.”
“For fuck’s sake.” I fill a glass and drain it, keeping my back to him.
“You’ve surely heard of people being referred to as black cats? You know, there’s the black cat and the golden retriever.”
I turn and stare at him. “And areyousupposed to be the golden retriever?”
He shrugs. “I can be friendly.”
“Bullshit.”
“I can be easygoing.”
“Bullshit.”
“Spoken like a true black cat.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
He smiles broadly, fucking beautifully. His dark eyes dance wickedly but he doesn’t say what’s completely obvious: that I’m proving his point.
“Fuck off,” I mutter again, but this time I can’t help the huff of amusement that accompanies it.
I snag the coffeepot from my mini percolator and fill it at the sink, mostly because I need something to do.
