Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Leah Leaves...(Lust: -30, Suspicion: -10)

Leah lingered in the bedroom far longer than needed, pulling her top on inside out before noticing and cursing softly under her breath. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of afterglow and guilt, the memory of Reed’s cum—competing with the pang of her fiancé’s name in her notifications. Her phone buzzed from the kitchen countertop--again, but she only noticed it now in the quiet, the LCD displaying a missed call from Jonathan, timestamped fifteen minutes ago and a recent "How are you?" follow up text.

"That your phone?" Reed asked nonchalantly.

“Yeah. Sorry, just got a call from my fiancé. Gotta make sure he doesn’t get suspicious.” Leah summoned a smile.

“You know,” he said, voice low, “you don’t have to pretend you’re not into this.” The look he shot her from his bed made her almost giddy.

“I know. But I do need to probably get back...so we can do this again later,” she winked trying to put on a brave face. He walked her to the door, only his boxers on just in case a neighbor were to see him.

He smacked her ass—hard, just shy of bruising—and sent her out the door with a wolfish grin and a parting, “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

She managed a nervous laugh, buttoned up her cardigan, and tried not to dwell on the fact that she wished she could stay, to ride out the adrenaline and dopamine until she dissolved completely. Instead, she mumbled something about grading papers and how she’d “text him later.”

Leah got in her car and headed home.