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And when he’s done, we sit there, his cock still deep inside me, clinging to each other like we just survived a tornado.
18
VEX
Awareness creeps into my brain slowly.
The first thing is, I fucking slept.
Insomnia is not my friend. But for the first time in two weeks, I slept.
That alone is enough to ironically wake me up.
But then, I remember.
Calista.
Best fucking sex I ever had in my life.
Meant more. Felt more. Tasted more.
Everything about her was more.
The warmth of her body, the power of her orgasm, the way she let go of her stubbornness, the way she did what I said, the way her pussy clenched when I praised her.
Fuck. It was everything, and I want more of it.
I roll over to reach for her, but the pillow beside me is empty.
I reach over to her side of the bed, and the sheets are cold. She’s been up a while.
“Calista?” I call out as I throw back the covers.
The light isn’t on in the bathroom. I pull on a pair of jeans I threw on the chair last night, grab my phone, and step out into the hall.
“Calista?” I call out again. She’s not in the guest bedroom. And she’s not in the kitchen or the living room or any other part of the house.
She left.
My heart drops.
She fucking slept with me, then ran off into the night or morning.
I haven’t had a girl run out on me since… well, ever.
I turn off the house alarm, rip off my bonnet, and turn on the exterior lights before yanking the front door open. The street hasn’t been plowed, but I see footsteps down the drive that take a left at the bottom.
The stubborn woman got up and got dressed and started to walk home. She must have stayed the night because the footprints look fresh enough that she only left recently, but not so fresh that it’s worth me jumping in the truck to track her down. It’s a fifteen-minute walk to her mom’s. She’s probably there by now.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I close the door, so I don’t lose my nipples to frostbite.
Wait, how did she turn off the alarm and reset it?
Thinking back to when we arrived, I realize she stood and watched me turn it off. Need to remember she’s a clever woman.
Pulling up the camera footage from around the house, I see she left about forty minutes ago. Definitely no point in firing up the truck to go grab her and bring her back here to talk some sense into her.
I pad to the kitchen and put some coffee on. Sleeping with her might have been a bad idea, but nothing that bad ever felt so good.
