His immediate shift in mood rattled me. It was only a couple days ago that he couldn’t stop himself from coming inside of me, so what had changed?
“Is there any reason why, then?” I asked, not willing to drop the subject.
“No reason,” he supplied before nodding towards the bathroom. “The washroom is through that door if you need to freshen up.”
The last thing I needed was to overextend my welcome. It seemed that had expired the second he had come. He became aloof and distant, far from being the man who had consumed me with a mere kiss alone.
Hastily putting my clothes back on, I skipped using the bathroom. I could use the one outside. Debating if I should get close to him or not before I left, my heart won out in the end by making me kiss his cheek good-bye.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” It felt as though he was pissed off, and I wasn’t aware of what I had done. Well, apart from grabbing his cock and taking a pause on his workday. He couldn’t be pissed off about that, surely?
Without kissing me back, he raised his brow at me, indifferent. “No. Why do you ask?”
“Nothing. Never mind.” I gave him a tight smile, stung beyond words as to how he kept shifting into this mercurial man whenever it suited him. “In case I don’t see you for the rest of the day, have a goodnight.” I strutted out of there with as much bravado as I could muster.
One day, I would know how to hold myself after sexual encounters without getting myself tangled in emotional upheaval. Until then, I should learn how to practice it. They did say practice made perfect.
Eventually, I would feel nothing towards Cruz after experiencing the most cataclysmic orgasm to date.
Someday couldn’t come soon enough.